Ripped wingsA Poem by Sophles
Your kind virtue pressed on my heart
your heart over flowed with self satisfaction i was blinded by the quick succession of events you hurried me to a place of serenity no language could describe my love i had wandered like an evil spirit for 5 days when you picked me up gave my life meaning i was conscience but i wasn't alive i used you to fill a gap a replacement is all you'll ever be you broke my already fragile mind heart, soul and self you took me straight from heaven to hell, every time we spoke words were lost once my angel, now my bane you changed from a virtuous kindred spirit to a attention seeking drug taking w***e once you have been labelled an angel your wings can easily be ripped off once you have been labelled a demon you'll stay in hell forever...
© 2011 Sophles |
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Added on December 6, 2011 Last Updated on December 6, 2011 Author
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