Protecting Angels

As he plays on swings and reaches the sky,
his stomach jumps he laughs and gasps,
a feeling of excitment the fun with dad,
time stands still,
right then I’m glad.

To see him smile to see him move,
a life that fought that didn’t loose.

He is part of me my daily light,
my baby boy,
with baby blues,
blond hair to make the girls loose,
their fucking mind,
he’s got the look,
and a heart so kind.

He is part of me?
I can’t believe,
this angel boy concieved in hell,
mummys poison,
is left for me to tell.
To break his heart,
I fear to do,
you’d feel the same if he looked at you.

She can’t make it today,
her friend has came,
she has the flu,
or junkies death is blamed,
shes rattlin’ she can’t be fucked,
“Daddy where’s mummy”,
I hope she’s dead,
that’s never said.

My boy has me,
can I meet the mark,
can I give him the life,
I fucked for myself?

When I look in his eyes,
I look to his heart,
a tear falls,
all still intact,
“I love you son”,
to the man you become,
I will protect my angel,
sadly…..
…..even from mum.

Protecting Angels

Spraven

Dumbarton, Scotland, United Kingdom

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I took this from GodsDemon, who is me, kind off a practice alais after not writting for a while. I’m taking a few of and putting them here instead.

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