Truth
God send me an angel
Off my pain
On my soul
Distrust leaves a stain
Perhaps it will take time
Everything does the same crime
Of taking from me, and
Placing it farther than I can see
Life is a bullet already fired
Everyone either hits or misses before they tire
Angel
Release your wings
Everything good please bring
Fly to me soon
Expose me to beauty
Without the feeling, I am doomed.
Copyright © Thomas Brown | Year Posted 2009
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