The fallen wings flutters my sight
As twilight passes by
The feathers fly around my life
As I go sit and cry

The angelic eyes, the truthful stare
The light that made me shiver
His always graceful, soft blonde hair
The movements that made me quiver

The show on TV, yes it is
It’s a living, hopeful miracle
It’s a descent you shouldn’t always miss
The descent of a wingless angel

Stairway to heaven’s always open
But why can’t I get in?
The feeling that happens very often
Forbidden, it should seem.

Little angel, little angel
Why do you come here?
The spring here is so wonderful
Replied the angel, so dear

It wouldn’t make me sober
If you really existed.
But it always makes me wonder...
If you’re my guardian angel

I hope you really are, I think
As the script you say burns
Your cheeks are a shade of pink
As you stare at the burning words.

Little angel, little angel...
I should really say
This year, more wonderful
This place had been today.

A sparrow kite flies in the sky
In the middle of the night
In it, hang Christmas lights
To resemble the starry night.

For me, you are the Christmas lights
Hanging on the sparrow kite.
‘Cause even though my love’s until the screens...
You are my guiding light.

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A poem for our English Seat Work. I'm so fast, it's done in two hours. xD

I know, there's a lot of mistakes.

And the title does not match the poem itself.
PLEASE COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK. NOW.