The day I heard my Angel weeping lying in her bed.
I asked her what she dreamt about and this is what she said.
” I’m not your angel I’m a demon in your head. Thats come to punish you to live eternity last your love is dead. Four arrows wound mortal flesh be torn, scars shall never form, open, wounds ripped to your core tearing open your beating heart. Blood in the flesh through pain stained souls, forever, not to feel hurt caused by your own arrow, delivered straight to your heart. Dreams and nightmares, nights that weep, days of lifetimes, agony from defeat, lose my heart, you’ll hope to die, for this life and beyond. For I’m an angel only when I’m sleeping, but the devil when I open my eye.”
CupidandEye
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Cupidandeye (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: CupidandEye it’s the name of my love and my lose that I live loselostlove she calls herself! My name is Ezekiel Allen Daney (ZekeDaney) aka Tower aka Towerofbabylon aka Towerofbabel akaTowerB. I’d also like to thank you mother for the tin of cookies, it’s what I grabbed when I woke up and just started writing on the underside of the lid. I love you, mother
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Comments1
A tower needs a good foundation.
I think I am right to remember both those bab's didn't make it.
Babs?
Bable and Babylon. Although I think the later is still just teetering.
Will need fire-fighters!
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