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

angelfree verse

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