

UntitledI've seen a walking angel. He walked pass me today. He gave a wave and smile, But then just walked away.Untitled
He looks at me with eyes Made of gentle friendly smiles And tries to hide the fact
That his heart's been running miles.
With his eyes he sees a hallway That leads him off to class. With his heart he sees a road Made of cold and broken glass.
He is searching for affection When he reaches out his hand. But they cannot see his needs And they do not understand.
So his heart becomes a statue, His expression firmly h
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