Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Angel Dreams

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
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.





Join the Discussion

This article has 1 comment. Post your own now!

Violetheartt said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 11:24 am
Geez this is pretty deep...way to go!
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback