The angel on my wall is a lot younger than me
Her wings are a lot larger than mine
She never ages and wears no clothing, revealing nothing; innocent
Beauty
She knows everything about me (everything) tho
She keeps it to herself (I really like that about her); really
I do
The angel on my wall greets me every morning when I wake
Watches over me in sleep
Over the years I have changed (not certain if I like it); think
She has not, why does she not change?
The angel on my wall
I would redecorate; except
She knows too much
That angel on my wall
bkmackenzie
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