I'm sure if there was such thing as an undead angel
I'm pretty sure god thought of that when he made you
Looking into those eyes, so sad, so deep, and so blue
I feel a little bit of myself just dying inside too
Everyone needs a hand to hold, someone who makes them feel that they're not all alone
You've helped so many, more than you'd ever see
So just let someone give back to you that you've given to people like me
Your daughter is a precious gift to this world too
Cause she came from a man who is exactly you
We may not know her personally but it's plain to see that you love her dearly
And she makes your heart feel free
So when we were blessed with our blue-eyed undead angel
He came along with a gift, his own beautiful little angel
Lovely little Ava and her father J3T but George is really the man behind the scene
Those sad blue eyes that light up the darkest of hearts like stars in the sky
And a smile you only see in your deepest of dreams
~
In dedication to Johnny 3 Tears/George Ragan of Hollywood Undead
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Poetry Journal
PoetryThe different poems I've written of more recent times as well as older ones I've finally came across again I wrote years ago.
