ah number thirteen

By lostallfaith

Tue, 07 Jun 2011
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ah number thirteen
unlucky for some
unlucky for one
this angel will brush down it's wings
spread it's dreams
breathe in a deep sigh
fly.
sweet number thirteen
etched upon my skin
the love, the happiness
feelings so pure
smiles made of bliss
sprinkles of sunshine
every step i take
you'll be there my beautiful j'adore.

Certificate 18
Poem
The Keeper (...and you lost me).
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi lostallfaith, a nice positive little poem, love the last line. Thankyou for the read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by lostallfaith on
Thank you. lostallfaith.