Hey Daddy
Do you mind
Coming down
From the Heavens
And hold
Your fallen angel's
Hand?
Wipe the dirt
From my blonde hair
Have your voice
Travel with the gentleness
Of the wind
Through the air
Into my ear
You named a star after me
And your voice has always calmed me
Daddy
Please
One more dream
My gift, you gave me
Give your fallen angel hope
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Thinking Thoughts of a Stubbornly Open Minded Young Woman
PoesíaFiddling pencil. Thinking thoughts. English scribbles of words. Songs of thought. Spoken words whispered into the night From a contemplating, sleepless soul. The Thinking Thoughts of a Stubbornly Open Minded Young Woman
