you let a broken boy spoon feed you manipulative lies
a twisted tongue forked with pricks maneuver your skin
battered broken wings flapped in symphony
and a feather was plucked from the flesh of man indicating a higher power at work
you let your spirit be encompassed by an enfolding darkness
blinding your world for which you once saw light
love had turned into hate, passion turned into passion
and the angel that had once lived in harmony has now fallen
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Author:
haiwee (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2018 03:01
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I like the image you create. Lots of inner conflict.
thank you so much!!
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