Guardian Angel
As Close as Possible
Here you are again
Pulling me towards
The cotton candy clouds
Without even knowing that
I am collapsed on rock bottom
I can never thank you enough
For healing my wounds
Without even touching them
Or evaporating my sadness
Without hearing what caused it
❀
I know guardian angels are
Supposed to have wings
And blonde hair and halos
But you are smiling at me
When I need you to be
And you are teasing me
When I need to laugh
And that is as close to
Having a guardian angel
As I ever want to get
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