cherub
Bluelighter
An angel huddles in the corner
riping off the feathers of her wings
Pleading that they be no more
As each feather comes off she bites in half
cursing for what they stand for
Tears fall down she no longer wipes them away
what is the point? Her only hope is they disolve her and melt her away
She won't fly again, and the skin beneath her feathers is growing ragged and torn
She crawls around in shame of
forever believing she could really fly
how Pathetic is all she can think
it echos in her head
She hides deeper within the whole
hoping that maybe it will just end
baren now in a pile of her wings
she looks around
Saddness comes across her, she tried but no
there is nothing to try for
Humanity, faith, truth, were lost
she can be no more she can live no longer
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No one asked you not to be confused, does not matter your age we all go through it. No one asked you what you wanted that is your own choice. All that was asked was alittle honesty, but you could not do that.
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"Wings are not what they are cracked up to be. Sometimes they get broken. When you crash then what?"
[This message has been edited by cherub (edited 13 January 2001).]
riping off the feathers of her wings
Pleading that they be no more
As each feather comes off she bites in half
cursing for what they stand for
Tears fall down she no longer wipes them away
what is the point? Her only hope is they disolve her and melt her away
She won't fly again, and the skin beneath her feathers is growing ragged and torn
She crawls around in shame of
forever believing she could really fly
how Pathetic is all she can think
it echos in her head
She hides deeper within the whole
hoping that maybe it will just end
baren now in a pile of her wings
she looks around
Saddness comes across her, she tried but no
there is nothing to try for
Humanity, faith, truth, were lost
she can be no more she can live no longer
---
No one asked you not to be confused, does not matter your age we all go through it. No one asked you what you wanted that is your own choice. All that was asked was alittle honesty, but you could not do that.
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"Wings are not what they are cracked up to be. Sometimes they get broken. When you crash then what?"
[This message has been edited by cherub (edited 13 January 2001).]