Here is another poem. I pulled these out so I could read them. I miss writing like this. I may have to start looking for inspiration.

An Angel Watches over Me

Falling from a broken life
With nothing at the bottom to save me
As i reach the flashing end
Something seems to have stopped me
An Angel with golden brown hair
Has saved me from myself

As She sets me down
i gaze into Her eyes
Two fields of green life
A natural beauty

She's flattered by roses
Which i picked for Her
She Cries when She sees the blood
Which i have shed for Her
Her tears have salted the wound
To help them to heal
But to bring more pain

She leaves me
To watch me
To warn me
To save me
But i shall no longer see my Angel
For if i do,
A devil She'd become