The Angels don't cry for me.A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A very old poem. I learn you can't be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness.
The Angels don' cry for me.
The kind Angels don't cry or pray for a man with no conscious.
They can give only soft caresses to calm uncontrolled anger and energy.
I sat by the Monterey Bay wishing to be somewhere else.
I was haunted by mistakes.
My greed for flesh and money had left me alone and desperate.
The sun fell into sea. I watched the first star appear.
I wished upon the first star.
For a dark eyed girl to come back to me.
Then I remembered I was the foolish man who left her.
Left her with tears in her beautiful brown eyes.
Her haunting words are a part of me now." Please stay." If I left her.
No-one would ever love me again."
I sat drowning in self pity and anger.
Wished a fool's dream.
To go back in time and hold on.
Angels don't forgive the cold and heartless men.
Men who drain young flesh and leave them for dead.
I found her once.
My brown eyed girl came to me.
She put her arms around me.
Whispered "I forgive you. Please take care of yourself."
She walked away with a true love hand in hand.
I saw she found joy in a man who knew he held a real diamond.
I drank my tequila alone and told the world to back off by the Seaside ocean.
I fell into the sea.
Trying to feel some kind of emotion.
I finally cried tears for breaking a sweet woman heart.
I sat and waited for the sun to rise from the east.
Not knowing if a man could be forgiven for deeds done without heart or conscious?
I pray to the Gods of the sea, the sky and the earth for forgiveness.
I tossed the tequila down. I walked the cold and lonely beach.
The kind Angels are crying for me now.
They are praying for a man who held greed and hate as his love.
I sat by the sea wet,cold and understanding.
Love is the most beautiful and sweetest gift.
When a sweet woman open up her heart and soul to you.
Hold on to her tightly.
Give long and sweet kisses.
Don't let go.
© 2012 Coyote Poetry
AboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember the grea.. more..
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