MyAngel

Mon, 07/22/2013 - 16:33 -- Lmm512

How can you know a person who never got to be?

Or try to think about their face when you never got to see? 

I got to have you for awhile,

To bad I didn't know.

You had to trust me with your life,

I'm sorry I let you go.

I never got to hear you life,

Nor did I hear you cry.

Heave has its' Angels,

Now you are mine. 

 

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