Quiet little angel
Can't you see
Flapping your wings
Disturbs the air around me
Stirs up the dust
Of a long ago past
Revealing the rust
On the underpinnings of life
I know you're trying to help
To clean me up a bit
Get my spirit moving
Make me better fit
But your worries and effort
Stirs to much hurt
And steals from me
My only comfort
Leave me still
Please let me be
Life is just too much effort
Don't know why you can't see
But try as I might
I can't be free
Of your loving encouragement
To be better than the current me
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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2 comments:
I got my own feather duster! Know what u mean!
Achoo!
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