Jane the angel

The house on S street, is where the angel walks and puts a flower behind your ear and holds you. Her wings are torn and broken calluses cover her hands. But you don't notice you stay in this bubble where time forever stands still where the sun never goes down and this constant aroma of yellow daffodils never disappears. But then innocence is stolen and suddenly your angel is taken out of your control and reality comes. Your broken and confused but no one is their to save you. Then comes the time when you grow up and wonder what did i do to have my protector taken. Everytime a daffodil comes into sight you think of that angel that held you and rapped you in her wings and nothing could get to you or hurt you.  

 

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