Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poem I wrote a while ago and thought I'd share.

This angelic form
It was innocent
Holy within its own sense of the word
But since has fallen from grace

I couldn't have seen it
Love turning into something perverse
Detering from the hollywood scripts
Becoming a monstrasity outside of that false world

Perhaps it was my fault
My fault for turning a person loose
Freeing them from their cage
A far different existance

Now we're both new
Influenced by the power of our three words
We are happy but dependant
Maybe we might have done better alone

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