his is a total of 3 poems by my angel of death- engmeng, the second angel.
(fist poem)
17 feb is when we start the game
First i thought was a little lame
I drew your name from the bag
thought of it was very bad
little by little i came to know
chances of drawing your name is very few
This poem may not mean some thing
But the thought might meant everything
(second poem)
can't deny the fate
that i am your angel
study is the thing that make you done
But you always smile and never frown
You may look as weak as feather
but your heart is as strong as metal
Although SYF is near for choir
But I hope you will never tire
(third poem)
realized that one week had finally passed
The game we played is gonna end at last
you keep shouting who my angel in class
Al i did was act innocent and dumb
being your angel was fun and lame
through job is tough but never complained
Every corner holds memories in our hearts
cherish it and don't let it be apart
i have to said i am lucky to have a angel like u!!
i love u , angels!!
engmeng n ailf!!
