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My Angels

They say friends will be there until the end That’s why I don’t call my group my friends I rather that I call them my angels instead Because they’ll be in my heart even after I’m dead And I’ll be on theirs like a real tattoo Now and forever I’ll be with you My angels know how to keep me strong Without my angels everything is wrong I am not worthy of their heavenly love Yet I fly with them in the skies above My angels a true; my angels are sweet The sweetest angels to ever meet With smiles of the sun and hearts of pure gold Their comfort keeps me from ever being cold And when they build up right through the stars Passing the moon and passing even Mars I feel like holding them to keep forever For they are the jewels that made everything better They’re the reason I get through the day Just by burning all my pain away I call them my angels instead of my friends Because we’ll be together even after the ends

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 3/3/2013 1:26:00 PM
So true! Thanks for the sharing.
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Julie Alcin
Date: 3/30/2013 11:37:00 AM
Thank you, I really appreciate you're kind words

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