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There she sits every day;
See how much pain
From blood and tears,
She is.
For no matter what she gives
For him to take
Thrown upon the floor
Become as daily things;
Broken, battered, bruised,
But life somehow never felt
Like a waste;
Yet looking at life,
More so hers,
Deserved in the end.
Thus, continued for some time
Till another came;
So perfect, so spirited,
So in love.
She finally rises,
Grasping the winged hand
Floating above the clouds
But, then realizing;
In time and in torment,
Even on the clouds,
It continues
But, striking flesh
To be spread on walls.
To cut so deeply
As to be reborn
With it still bleeding.
To have given so much,
Received so little
Even while being saved;
To realize the truth of love
Is only pain.
- by My Optional Angel |
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- | Submitted on 04/12/2009 |
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- Title: The Fool That Found Love
- Artist: My Optional Angel
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Description:
A bit depressing but it one of my better poems...I feel anyways ^^;;
All poems I submit are made by Pamela R. (my birth name). Some poems may have been seen around the internet made by Viper Miona, which is one of my aliases on deviant art, my journal and here on Gaia. - Date: 04/12/2009
- Tags: fool found love
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Chastity Flanderz - 04/14/2009
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This poem is good, and an excellent way of conveying a message,
but I feel it is very long without visable breaks.
Yet it is really good. - Report As Spam