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
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