I fell in love with an Angel of Grace!
The whole of mine answers etched upon her frail face.
She became my world and as it became so;
where my angel did lead, I would quietly follow.
Oh, pain, for this angel could not see
the sorrow and rejection she did plae upon me.
I watched her from afar but I could not hid my misery, being this;
my dearest angel could not even comprehend a morsel of my existance!
How else could she love another man? Kiss him in my view? How she dared!
How could she not then know my hurt; my well being filled so much with care?
So, alas, I did take what was surely rightfully mine.
A talk with my love with her life as a fine!
Now so sound and restful is my Angel of Grace.
In hell, burning in fire, roasting in her rightful place!
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Another stalker poem that has absolutely nothing to do with personal experiances, honestly. This is what you get after watching an episode of CSI. =]
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Lol. This really cracks me up. I really think that I like this, and it does honestly sound like a stalker! I am so glad that you don't have this as a personal experience as well. Great job. =)
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