Broken Soldier
I used to be one bold and brave.
I always used to fight.
Never thought about the grave,
That I built that night.
I was too blind to see my life,
Crashing towards the ground.
It was too hard to see above,
Of which I finally drown.
My emotions came in a flood,
Taking everything over.
Now laying here covered in blood,
My mind has become so sober.
I've figured out that when I fought,
I never thought about,
That there was something that I saught,
As I would scream and shout.
It was attention for which I longed,
And also a little love.
But all I got was a hate-filled song,
Not a pretty little dove.
Everyone had left me,
Lying in the dirt and lame,
After they had beat me,
At my own fighting game.
They tought me a lesson,
Of which I now understand.
That if I wanted something,
I had to lend a hand.
Now everything is too late,
At me they no longer look,
They closed the door and the gate,
Like its the end of my storybook.
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Angel Marie's Poems
The name is Angel. I love to write poems most of them are kinda depressing but thats how i feel when i write those. Some of them are completely random those are kind funny though. SO enjoy!
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Angel Marie Swiftwing
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My name is angel
And your blood will stain my blade
prepare to fight or die where you stand
The choice is yours