Angel

by Lesslovedthanloathed   Aug 2, 2008


You're an angel with beaten down wings,
Blood lust written on your face.
You've long lost your golden halo,
My exiled angel of heaven.
Your wings are bloody and beaten
And your tired face looks sober.

I can see the hate in your eyes,
The coldness, whats left of your soul.
As you told me you loved me
With one hand at my throat.
Tempted to bleed me, your weakness
And your very last drop of hope.

The other hand at your own.
Let's die together angel, lover.
Let's reunite in the next life.
I'll live with you forever,
My lover, until the day I die.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    A great poem, the you've and your's put me off though but truthfully i loved it and you did a good job!!

  • 16 years ago

    by Robert Anthony

    Its cool! 4/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    Are you really 15 going on a 100 this was too deep for me at first though the poem was well worded and written. I have to agree with Casey the use of you're and you've detracted from its overall flow. You are obviously at a very vunerable age as I am not sure if this is a hate or love poem and as in the other poem of yours that I read you use your poetry to purge your anger I am glad of that as I would hate to be on the end of any of you physical anger ha! ha!, there thats a response and I did enjoy it after I read it a couple of times. Keep expressing 5 /5 Ray

  • 16 years ago

    by BlueEyedMystery

    You're an angel with beaten down wings.
    You've got blood lust written on your face,
    You've long lost your golden halo.
    You're an exiled angel of heaven.
    You've got bloody beaten wings
    And your tired face looks sober.
    `` This is really good, but you kind of get distracted by all the "You're", "You've" 's. I think it would flow a lot better if you only put a few of those in there. :]

    I can see the hate in your eyes,
    The coldness, whats left of your soul.
    As you told me you loved me
    With one hand at my throat.
    Tempted to bleed me, your weakness
    And your very last drop of hope.
    `` I love this whole stanza. It's like when someone tells you they love you and it kills you.

    You're ending was good. Brought the whole thing together nicely.

    Well done.

    Keep writing!

    ..|CAYYCE|..

  • 16 years ago

    by bleedingximperfection

    Nice poem(:
    I like it alott.
    5/5