The wing of an angel lifts me up.
I never thought my world would be so corrupt.
It feels like I have seen a thousand years,
My life seems to have shifted gears.
Who can I call,
To catch me when I fall?
Will my angel guard me, hold me high,
Or will I fall, silently, from the sky?
My world spins,
Tilting on it's ends.
Maybe, maybe, I can keep myself alive,
Instead of falling, to my personal bee-hive.
Someone shouts, calling to me.
I don't answer, for I wouldn't be free.
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Wishing for Daylight (Poetry)
Poetry(((Previosly known as: 'Begging for Breath'))) My poetry book. I have been told that these are very emotional, so don't say I didn't warn you if you cry... I hope you find at least one poem on here that you relate to... I, obviously, can relate to...
