Wednesday, March 7, 2012

My Angel


She seemed so right
or so I thought
but a journey with her
is much more than a walk
I'd kill to continue
she wants to renew
but a dirty conscience
wont let this be true
can I hold the weight
can I carry the bags
can I empty them out
or will we always lag
these are some thoughts
that flew through my head
from instincts that warn me
I walk among dead
it was my own fault
for opening that door
but now that Im in
I cant ask for more
just take what I've got
help others who fall
when the end draws near
Ill stand before all
Im sorry my angel
our time has to end
your wounds are too deep
for my hands to mend. 

2 comments:

  1. ...................
    But I swear to you now
    I won’t ever forget
    the times we once had,
    I won’t ever forget
    the love we once shared,
    whether or not
    it was tattered or worthwhile.
    Because now all that’s left
    is your haunting smile
    that lingers between
    the I-could-have-done-something’s.
    I could have said nothing,
    so instead I held you by the hand
    and traced the scars
    in your palms
    whose depths will always
    be unknown
    because your wounds are too deep
    for the mending I could offer
    your ways are too astray
    for me to ever follow closer.
    So tonight I’ll walk through
    haunted graveyards
    amidst the dead by my side
    and think of how
    I could never forget
    my angel with her tattered wings
    that my hands could never mend.

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