Long brown hair like the one in my dreams. The one with no face but she sings. Voice like an angel, she's frail at the seams. I wish I could save her, but instead I just watch as she bleeds.
She needs my attention, she wants my disease. "It's not mine to give" as I fall to my knees.
This mind I was given is fragile at best. I feel like it's broken......she thinks it's a beautiful mess.
She picks up the pieces and piles them up, not even a thank you but she doesn't give up.
Patient she waits, it's all about me. It's time now angel, please.... go and be free.
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Author:
GCB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 29th, 2017 01:05
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Intriguing poem, TRO! Welcome to MPS. I look forward to more.
Thank you my friend.
Very good poem with lots of feeling a very good start
Thank you sir.
I'm glad you all like it. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
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