Angel Dreams

March 21, 2010
By Zane_ BRONZE, Salem, Oregon
Zane_ BRONZE, Salem, Oregon
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Sometimes,
I dream about her,
The girl with a golden mane,
Like a lioness in a warrior's disguise,
She is Light,
And I am Dark,
Sadness is the air breathe,
Red is the color I bleed,
Like a flower in winter's cold and bitter breeze,
I am lost,
Without her with me,
But she holds the Angel's bright knife,
Against my throat,
My dark hair,
Falls against her pale chest,
I sing her,
Tales of our childhood,
Watching her smile,
Bitterly,
Forgetting herself for awhile,
Losing herself to easier times,
But then,
She comes to her senses,
And the knife,
Bleeds into my throat,
She calls me,
Evil and such,
Forcing me to remind her,
The love of my life,
That she is just a dream.



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on Aug. 5 2011 at 11:24 am
Violetheartt BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
Loving Some People Is Like A Shooting Star: You Keep Trying To Catch Them But You Know You Never Will~

Geez this is pretty deep...way to go!


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