The angel of my dreams
had a lot upon herself
long golden locks of silky hair
and a perfect body frame
Sea blue stale eyes
and a dreaa made of rags down to her feet
She tried to tell me something
but it couldn't come clear
The angel of my dreams was never smiling
it was filled with knowledge
and always tried to warn me about something
but I could never understand
My heart was always open to her
but I still didn't understand
It was like a different language
I was asleep one night
and the angel of my dreams had a tear in her eye
I then could understand
that my world
that I cherished and loved
was now at an end
Author notes
Written February 27th, 2006
A contest entry
- Contest: Angels (For Poets With NO Trophies) by Mystic Enchantress.
600 points, ended March 8, 2006, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I think a good piece of advice for your poetry would be to click the spell check box when submitting your poetry! Still, a very delightful read! Thanks for sharing!
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