Dark angel of the moonlight

March 23, 2010
By hisbabyjuggalette GOLD, Howell, Michigan
hisbabyjuggalette GOLD, Howell, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
when life gives you lemons throw them at stupid people

The dark angel of the moonlight, whispers to me in the dark night, she tells me never to love again.
But the more I try not to, It seems all I can do,
Is dream of you as more than a friend.
The dark angel screams at me, she says "Why can you not see?
He will break your heart in the end."

Oh, dark angel hear my plea, help me see what you wish me to see,
All I want is to make things right,
please, for one day, won't you lend me your sight?

The dark angel, she hears me cry,
and she comes, and the moonlight dries my wet eyes.
"I hear your cries and I shall do as you ask,
but in this dark night, you must fufill this task,
You will do as I told you before,
you can not love this man anymore.

I nod as she flies away from me,
I think of what him and I could be,
I cry as I say my final goodbye and I see what she wanted me to see.
Him with another,
"I thought I loved her!"
and I ignore his loving plea

When my man comes back to me on a bright, warm summers day,
he tells me, "What do you want me to say?"
I flash him hatred as I ready my reply,
"I want you to hurt as I did, I want you to die!"

He killed himself

He did, now he's dead, I can not bring him back,
All because I listened to the spirit of black,
I listened to darkness and now I will pay,
My man now lies dead in a six foot deep grave.
He did what I wanted, all that I asked, but that's what you get, when you listen to black.

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on Apr. 14 2010 at 11:04 pm
Denali.B. BRONZE, Calgary, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is knowing that you don't put it in a fruit salad." - Unknown Source

Wow...powerful, shorter than normal poems ive read, that made me feel this way, but this is a great one, love it, please continue writting.

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