AngelaA Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Angela.
Angela
Her beauty has lessen with time. The circle of darkness surround her beautiful blue eyes. Lack of sleep and proper diet. Left her beaten, betrayed and dreams limited to daily survival. In her 21 years of life. Her blue eyes brought me to her. Her long legs that went on for miles. Were still temptation for the soul wanting too little now. Her fearless eyes turn soft as she tremble in the face of tenderness. I tell her please stay with me. We will have no secrets. I have been living on borrow kisses, loan embraces and leased love. I whisper I have been waiting for you. We have nothing to lose. All we have is painful and harsh desires that brought us together. Sweet Angela looks into my eyes. Searching. She tells me I'm dirty with sin. I have abandon all who have try to love me. I don't deserve you. Her hand holding my hand so tightly. I whisper my fallen Angel. There are few saints anyway. I will take you places you have never been. We will walk on long beaches. Drink wine and talk till the sun falls into the sea. I will hold you like you were my first love. When the dusk come. We eat and talk. Fall on my soft bed. I will find your secret softness. I will whisper a liar pray. Tell you how beautiful and wonderful you are. I will explored you with delight and discover all your hidden secrets. I look into her blue eyes as her slender body move over my flesh. A small tear appear. She whisper I will leave before the morning light. I smile and caress her beautiful face. Whisper we have lost nothing. I just wanted to see your smile and hear your voice. I will be here when you need me. Angela kisses me and lays her head into my chest. Coyote © 2010 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
517 Views
66 Reviews Shelved in 11 Libraries
Added on January 21, 2010Last Updated on January 22, 2010 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA 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 .. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|