My Angel
My Angel is my soul my life my world
She protects me from the danger
And keeps me from the pain
She helps me through life
And teaches me to be a better person
She loves me when no one else does
And cares for me when i am sick or hurt
My angel is magical
She makes things happen
When i dont think they can
My angel is my mother
And i love her deeply
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Stone | 1 | 02/23/2010 |
| Help | 0 | 02/23/2010 |
| Forget | 0 | 02/23/2010 |
| A Friend | 0 | 02/13/2010 |
| Lyfe till the end | 0 | 12/14/2009 |
| Looking and Searching | 1 | 09/17/2009 |
| Loved & Lost | 0 | 09/06/2009 |
| Heart of Pain | 0 | 09/01/2009 |
| Why Do I Even Bother | 0 | 09/01/2009 |
| My Angel | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| Mother Dearest | 1 | 08/30/2009 |
| Brother Where Art thou | 1 | 08/30/2009 |
| Sisters Forever | 1 | 08/30/2009 |
| Remembering the past | 1 | 08/29/2009 |
| Pain without love | 1 | 08/27/2009 |
| Dreams Strike | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
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