Broken telephone

You sound a little sad tonight my angel
Oh how I wish I could pluck a star out of the sky and give it to you
Hand all the things you crave on a platter
Satisfy every need- spoken or silent
But hold on my dear flame lily
It is going to be a beautiful ride
When the morning breaks and you can see it all
Every single answered prayer the darkness hid away

About TsungaiThePoet

Holding onto sanity and faith, one line at a time. View all posts by TsungaiThePoet

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