wildsouthrngirl7

The life I live when I awake
2003-04-07 21:24:30 (UTC)

another one of my old poems

wings sleeps beatay awake

she crys for what in her soul
it takes her blood to taste what life is taken if evil
is sin and pain is blist
then her munder is but an end is want her rose of wings
calls her that bloom out into the sunlight
tasteing the goldern ray she wants
what a break heart calls for to live to breath to be
pleased her wings touch the sky
she flys up to kiss the air now the wind grows cold
her hazel eyes and blonde hair freeze from the knife of
winter
she falls to the ground to lay there asleep
she sleeps till the sun kisses her skin to awake her from
her restlessness




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