My Angels

To be without my angels is to be without my soul

They breathe for me, they live for me

To keep them happy is my goal


You can have your phones, your wifi and your money

Without my angels, my life isn't honey

My life is grim, black and lonely

It isn't real, it's fake and phony


As long as I live, I'll keep my angels happy

Because if I lose them, my life would be crappy

This poem is about: 
My family


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