The angel spins around
dancing beneath the moon
crying her pretty eyes out
trying to cry them dry
she's sick of feeling pain
sick of pouring out the rain
Done with life,
Can an angel die?
She wonders silently
is it possible to close her eyes
and sleep in blissful misery
free to choose her own way
uncaged, unfurled, she will fly free
but its not her way
to leave you alone
at least not today
she dances in a meadow
the moon shining down
she thinks of you
and her tears fall free
why can't you love me?
What do you search for?
Will you find it?
She spins around and around
here beneath the half-moon
pouring her soul out through half-closed eyes, half-open heart
Sick of all this pain
Sick of crying in the rain
Will an angel die tonight?
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4 comments:
wow bro, U have not lost the poet in you. keep it going.....
I don't know why this poem has been running in my mind ever since I read it. Can feel kinda turbulence inside me. Damn, I'm confused......
Does beautiful poetry always have to be sad? Why can't the angel be happy and sing a song of delight? Why does her love have to bring darkness and not a shining bright light?...
Great poetry, bad job at commenting on the same line :D
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