She watches me, and smiles at my laughing face, but she is not stupid; she sees.
She embraces me, and when I begin to cry, tears from her fall as well.
She notices, and worries when I am not in her line of sight, because she knows its not right.
She understands, and when she does not, she doesn't hesitate to apologize; though she is innocent.
She protects me through a mask, because she is not what most see her as.
She is my guardian, and over and over again has saved my life.
How does one thank her?
I am at a loss......
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
She watches me, and smiles at my laughing face, but she is not stupid; she sees.
She embraces me, and when I begin to cry, tears from her fall as well.
She notices, and worries when I am not in her line of sight, because she knows its not right.
She understands, and when she does not, she doesn't hesitate to apologize; though she is innocent.
She protects me through a mask, because she is not what most see her as.
She is my guardian, and over and over again has saved my life.
How does one thank her?
I am at a loss......
uuuggghhhhhhh.........................
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