The angel sits
silent
reading
the writings of ancient foes
Defeated
All of the flood
blood
and agony
are gone in a wave of self pity
Crying her only escape
voices of ones
once strong
dead
and gone
In pieces by the river of blood
Flowing from the wounds
in their hands
and feet
and sides
Water is her quest
water to heal
water you cannot find
but it is there
it can only be given
if only she would ask
it is easily lost
refused
almost wanting to be in her life
if only she had asked
It is wonderful
it will wash her wounds and make her complete
happy in winter
perfected in summer
but love takes two
the angel
and it
Would she have been true
It would have been . . .
never leave
whatever
it
is
is it
it is
me
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My Place to Let go
Its usually filled with poems i create, find that i like, and music lyrics that mean something to me.
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xXxKoneko IchigoxXx
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