Angels

my grannies i was always their favorite the boy inside the man they used to call me a little darkhorse cause i used to give little presents things i made or pick them flowers sometimes the smallest little flower in my eyes i would tell them they are little bunches of flowers for the little people it was always magical i always though in dreams of colour one beauty for a little fairy princess with dark brown eyes like my own my grannies back then said i would break some woman's heart instead it was the other way around it was inspired from my grannies who always said i was a beautiful writer they loved my little stories it was like they saw something magical through my eyes when i told a story as they told me a few i remember once saying if i turned to a frog granny do you think a woman would kiss me kissing me on the forehead of course they would tears roll down my cheeks as i write they said that i was beautiful why wouldn't they they really loved me thinking back i hope they look ore me as angels it sounds to me they remain beautiful