Dear guardian angels,
Thankyou for pulling me out of crazy situations unscathed;
for keeping me safe in crowds of strange people while I’m drunk,
with no idea where I am;
for nudging my car out of harm’s way
while sliding out of control through the rain;
for stroking my hair
in my moments of despair;
for whispering calmness when I weep alone in bed;
for injections of cheekiness
right when I need to act the fool, and dance;
for dancing with me when I dance alone at home;
for the moments of piercing clarity
when intuition takes control and directs me
correctly,
out of danger;
for letting me run wild and waiting at the other end,
ready to forgive
when I don’t forgive myself;
for saving my arse time and time again with unwavering love,
patience, and the occasional upturned eyebrow,
Thankyou.
2 comments:
And thank you for bringing her to the Splatterati, who think she's just tops! :D
*hugs*
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