While you sleep

 

You must be have been sent by angels, as you lay there so perfect

You must be a gift from above I think, as you lay there, so still

 

You’re the one aren’t you, the one sent to save me

But your not here to save me from, what’s outside, are you.

 

You’re here to save me from what’s inside

You’re here to save me, from…………….

 

Me

 

 

Ged Thompson Liverpool Poet and Writer 24/12/12