What I am Made to Do


I am made to kiss the tears off your cheeks. In a dream the angel whispers to me I am to protect you, I am to take care of you, but if I tell you this you will not believe me. how did I know? how can I explain. how did I peer into your life like a periscope watching the surface while i am submerged in my own complication. I run away, dreaming of you, my sally, my poor sally, why do I love you?

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