I rip my angel wings
fresh from my back
and throw them in the mud
so perfect and precious
are the pure white feathers
covered in blood and
slowly now in the dark black mud
it slightly reminds me of a rose
precious and pure
a rose symbolizes love and passion
yet thorns of pain and hatred
wait on the other side
shall this end in tears
for that might be best
give me back my wings
and let me fly away
with little memory of our rose
to which the thorns have much to say
















Comments
otherwise nice work
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staggered hit
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Human beings belong on the side of the light, but in moments of weakness their hearts are sometimes visited but a ray of darkness. The darkness grows quickly, like a cancer, which makes an excellent nestling place...for a demon.
Glad you're feeling better
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Women are people, too.
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Human beings belong on the side of the light, but in moments of weakness their hearts are sometimes visited but a ray of darkness. The darkness grows quickly, like a cancer, which makes an excellent nestling place...for a demon.
I know exactly what you mean. That's a universal constant... Hehe. Have a good day.
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Women are people, too.
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Human beings belong on the side of the light, but in moments of weakness their hearts are sometimes visited but a ray of darkness. The darkness grows quickly, like a cancer, which makes an excellent nestling place...for a demon.
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Human beings belong on the side of the light, but in moments of weakness their hearts are sometimes visited but a ray of darkness. The darkness grows quickly, like a cancer, which makes an excellent nestling place...for a demon.
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