Angel

depopulationINC
depopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited April 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
can't say there's no passion
I'm humbled with poison
as it all rolls from my hands
my blood ain't in turmoil
and my feelings grow lame
weeping in silence
my emotions refrained

There goes my angel
and as far as I can see
she sees horizons
from heights never reached
never with me
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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  • PearlOfAGirl
    PearlOfAGirl Posts: 15,993
    depopulationINC wrote:
    can't say there's no passion
    I'm humbled with poison
    as it all rolls from my hands
    my blood ain't in turmoil
    and my feelings grow lame
    weeping in silence
    my emotions refrained

    There goes my angel
    and as far as I can see
    she sees horizons
    from heights never reached
    never with me
    Really like this poem a lot! :) You do have a way with words... beautifully written...

    Wish you were here...
    ♥~RIP Dad
  • DinghyDog
    DinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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    Post edited by DinghyDog on
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    depopulationINC wrote:
    can't say there's no passion
    I'm humbled with poison
    as it all rolls from my hands
    my blood ain't in turmoil
    and my feelings grow lame
    weeping in silence
    my emotions refrained

    There goes my angel
    and as far as I can see
    she sees horizons
    from heights never reached
    never with me
    This a sad angel poem which is refreshing ... great poem

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