Painted AngelsA Poem by Alexis suzzanne
Painted angels in the nightoh how they glimmer.
My heart of gold and broken glass will never see the angels wings
My eyes are so clouded with fear
My heart is falling to pieces, to many lies to many false fears of fake love.
Plastic toys of thier desire to have there way with you. Players of love!
Love is not a game! The painted angels shall never know the difference.
They grow dim while they grow weak of nothingness.
My painted angel seemed oh so wonderful but left me in the dust for another.
So my heart fades away softly it cries for realistic love and commitment <3
I shall always thrive for realistic love <3
<3 The rebel of Love <3
© 2012 Alexis suzzanne
Added on May 10, 2012
Last Updated on May 10, 2012
AboutMy name is Alexis, I am young lady full of inspiration and love , I have been writing since I was 6 years old.I am down to eath person that sees the world as a canvas. Whether you paint it is up to yo.. more..