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Guardian Angels
9 o’clock and you called
Said you saw a gift
And thought of me
When even my family
Forgets my birthday
I wanted to cry
Feeling loved for the first time
I used to hate
The way things changed
But now I’m not afraid
I’ve grown up being loved
In a thousand different ways
And no one ever stays
But maybe that’s ok
I’m starting to believe
No one ever really goes away
Ran into someone
I was really close to
She said that’s funny
I was just thinking about you
It’s been a few years
Tell me everything you’ve been through
Let’s meet again sometime soon
I’m glad you think of me
Even if I’m just a memory
It’s nice to know I’m not invisible
Nice to know people care
I can’t have a funeral
There’d be too many people there
Said you saw a gift
And thought of me
When even my family
Forgets my birthday
I wanted to cry
Feeling loved for the first time
I used to hate
The way things changed
But now I’m not afraid
I’ve grown up being loved
In a thousand different ways
And no one ever stays
But maybe that’s ok
I’m starting to believe
No one ever really goes away
Ran into someone
I was really close to
She said that’s funny
I was just thinking about you
It’s been a few years
Tell me everything you’ve been through
Let’s meet again sometime soon
I’m glad you think of me
Even if I’m just a memory
It’s nice to know I’m not invisible
Nice to know people care
I can’t have a funeral
There’d be too many people there
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