there she stood
at the foot of the bed
she did not look so good
she looked dead
i tried to speak
but no words would escape
i began to peek
under my quilt
to soak in all of my angel
her hair was in a knot
something my angel should not
her eyes were red and puffy
her nose looked very stuffy
her nightgown was dirty and worn
i felt her heart torn
down her cheek slid a singel tear
then it came to me loud and clear
my angel was only my reflection in the mirror
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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