I can't hear
my angel's voice.
I feel the fear
but I've made my choice.
He's the one that
I want to live for,
the one I would die for,
the one I would kill for.
My worry pierces me
like a dagger through the heart
as I worry but act care-free.
I feel like I'm being ripped apart.
I need my angel's voice.
I need to get that call.
I no longer have a choice,
without him I would fall.
Author notes
I'm really missing him right now so that's probably where all this is coming from.
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I love this! It's so sad! It just what I needed! Thanks! I needed a good cry! It reminds me of me.
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thank you
guy troubles? im guessing if u wanna talk about it u can message me
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awwww this is sad, but a very powerful write, wonderful job glad you got to hear his voice
*Hugs*, take care and keep writting
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awww, so sweet. very nice description and use of words in this poem.
My worry pierces me
like a dagger through the heart
as I worry but act care-free.
I feel like I'm being ripped apart.
wonderful!
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thanks
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