Angel
A little girl that I came across
On her own think she's a boss
Got that style that swag to go with her laugh
Warns you and then cough
I think she was someone send from above
To purify you with love
Her heart is like a couch
Soft and easy to touch
Making her a unruly child
She like to go wild
Then goes to a corner and hide
She's amuse when seen in a while
And when by your side
She comforts you with just a smile
Copyright © Kevon Worrell | Year Posted 2018
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