I understand you make your own discions
I want you to do that even
But I don't think certain things
Are what you should chose
I think she'll hurt you
She did so to me
She'll take you right down from the heaven
That beautiful place your from
She'll take away those wings of yours
Those ones you need to fly
I know what she does to people
I know she'll do that same to angels
She'll play her act
Make you fall
Make you want to help
She'll get you to feel sorry
To pity her poor soul
But the only soul that's even there
Is the one she'll steal from you
I know her games
I played them myself
She spun me round and round
Made me think she was kind
That she cared
That she could be trusted
But my angel she took my own wings
Like she'll take yours
I had problems before her
I will admit my sorry being is not just her making
But she took my paper self
All tape and glue
And tore it apart
I want you to be okay
To not suffer at her hand
You should be able to keep your wings
Your beautiful soft white wings
You may not see her horns
But once you've fallen down because of her
You'll see through the mist she blew in you face
You'll see the horns atop her head
Her glowing red eyes full of hate
She cries for help
Says she's drowning
But she only plays trick
Once you go to her
She'll stand and drown you
My angel
You can make your own discions
But I will try to convince you
Stay away from the one who made me fall
Because I want you to keep your wings
Because I want you to stay an angel
To stay my angel
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry. Trigger warning for depression, anxiety, and suicide. I try to update and give you one poem daily. Every Friday i post a poem from Erin Hanson. She's one of my favorite poets.
