Poems from Theangel
I am a work of art,admired by All.
Young, old and tall.
You tried to paint over me,
But my embossed soul, is there for everyone to see.
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I am not evil,just very ill.
Staring at the window sill.
Too afraid to look up,
From the cup
The glittering velvet night,
The street...
There are clouds in the sky,
However ,it is still blue.
You remind me of someone I know.
Even though, my memory has a partial flow.
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Please save our bees,
Their honey helps us, when throats are sore.
We need more,
Honey is the cure.
The liquid is a yummy gold.
Lots of...
Please forgive me if I forget your name.
Nothing seems the same.
All this confusion is a pain.
Is that snow or rain?
My memory is fading....