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Falling

Each day she wakes is a waste,
nothing more then a repeated
mistake;
and she knows this, for I have
engrained this deep into her mind
she thinks she's breathing in my love,
but the truth is its like poison its so toxic
but she is so blind she can't see it !!

She is beauty, and I'm ugly
she is grace, I'm destruction
she is life, I'm sorrow
she is full of love, while I'm hollow
she is light, and I'm darkness
she is everything, I'm nothing
she is the sweet morning dew,
I'm the shit

A gentle kiss; just a wish
a black cloud, descending all around
she looks me in the eyes and I tell her
dark lies
I used her and abused her she was like
a silent lamb,
trying to desperately to understand
my words, like venom, pierce her soul
my anger wildly out of control I told
her I don't want you anymore
pain clung to her like a
leech

she goes up stairs and opens the window
and climbs out and she stands on top of the
building with her long beautiful black hair flowing
in the wind and she is looking down and holding
on so tight trying not to make a sound....

Her red satin dress sweeping a cross the roof top
and now stained with her tear drops and she lets
go

people say they saw an angel fall that night
when she let go.....














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I could not think of a title for this poem what do you think the title should be????

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Comments

  • Bob Fox
    November 1

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    my poet

    Now this is some story. Perhaps the beginning with a long reflection back on life where the story does began. Perhaps more to come. But the imagery is just excellent.

    • bob

      thank you, I thought i would try to do something differant for a change I wanted to write something with passion and full of emotion. In truth something better then what i normaly write. something with detail. I just wish I knew what to call it. Thank you for always taking the time out to read my stuff.

      sincerly, your poeit friend angel

  • Haret5
    October 21
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    So Sad

    Well Done. You should try to write more sad poems like this.