Sunday, May 16, 2021

DIY Angel

 With wings she stitched herself from an old par of curtains
And a halo twisted from aluminum foil
She’s my DIY angel, my self-made messenger of the divine
 
She's a bad speller but her words are right                                  
Full of wisdom and crystal-clear insight  
Wounds of the flesh that heal the heart                
Bite my ear, scratch my back, that’s a good start
 
An endless kiss that turns daytime night
Does things with her left hand that feel so right
Fire burns the lies in my eyes seeing her
A love that could be seen would to all else blind her
 
With wings she stitched herself from an old par of curtains
And a halo twisted from aluminum foil
She’s my DIY angel, my self-made messenger of the divine

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