What about Angels,
are they the guardians of the
Hopeless,
Sad,
The lost?
The broken,
Conflicted,
Lovers, star-crossed?
I hope you're doing well
up there,
And you're not feeling too
Alone.
I hope you don't miss me as I miss
You,
And I hope that old you have not
grown.
Are you watching down on
me,
Do I make you
Proud?
Do you hear my secret thoughts,
As well as those
aloud?
It's been so long since
You
gained your
Wings,
And since then I've done
oh-so many
things;
But your face
I will
Never
forget,
Your voice,
A song,
minunat.
You left and you're not coming back, this must be believed;
For when you gained your aripi de inger, your pain it was relieved.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
