my mother always told me
my grandmother talked to angels
before she died
i have met a few ive called angel
but it has always been her
she has been my goddess
and she still is
i wear her holy symbol
between my ******* daily
she has been my reason to live
my reason to wake up every day
but lately
beside my head
i find a pearl standing next to my goddess
there is something about that pearl
the way she looks at me
and talks to me about the future
i look into the cold beady eyes of the pop figure beside my bed
and i feel content
through this small idol
i feel her grace and warmth
there are many i have called angel
but they were all her
until you
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
my mother always told me
my grandmother talked to angels
before she died
i have met a few ive called angel
but it has always been her
she has been my goddess
and she still is
i wear her holy symbol
between my ******* daily
she has been my reason to live
my reason to wake up every day
but lately
beside my head
i find a pearl standing next to my goddess
there is something about that pearl
the way she looks at me
and talks to me about the future
i look into the cold beady eyes of the pop figure beside my bed
and i feel content
through this small idol
i feel her grace and warmth
there are many i have called angel
but they were all her
until you
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