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Song of a Lonely Angel
My wonderful but lonesome angel.
See in yourself what I see in you.
You deserve love, and strong support.
Somebody who can open up her heart to you
and someone you can be open and free with.
Love should not come with ties and strings.
Love should be about openness, trust
devotion and passion between two people.
Dreams are ment to be shared,
hopes expressed, feelings shown.
I can do none of these things,
my poor angel. So fly far away
on your silent wings to the arms of another.
Someone who can give you everything I
am not capable of and more.
My wonderful but lonesome angel.
See in yourself what I see in you.
You deserve love, and strong support.
Somebody who can open up her heart to you
and someone you can be open and free with.
Love should not come with ties and strings.
Love should be about openness, trust
devotion and passion between two people.
Dreams are ment to be shared,
hopes expressed, feelings shown.
I can do none of these things,
my poor angel. So fly far away
on your silent wings to the arms of another.
Someone who can give you everything I
am not capable of and more.
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Time - e =
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What I have is
Feelings for you
But for the first
Time, putting to
Paper feels wrong.
There’s a need to do
Something else.
Something more . . .
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Written by Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
© 2016 Justin B Maltais (7U5T1N (https://www.deviantart.com/7u5t1n))
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Literature
Time
Dark grey clouds hung in the sky, lifeless, obscuring the sun, casting the world in perpetual twilight. The air spun listlessly, without purpose, meandering, lost. Lightning flashed in the distance, but it was dull, and arched lazily among the clouds; no thunder followed.
He knelt on his knees on the barren ground, head bowed with eyes closed, as if asleep. But he was not sleeping; how could he sleep? The pain of incredible loss and despair seared through him, leaving a cold ache that seeped into his bones. No, he did not sleep, could not sleep.
The last words of the prophecy slipped into his mind, unbidden:
When all has come to end,
a
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spinned time
Can i spend time on you?
I would like
It seems
I think i would like
To spend
At least a little time
Spend a little time on you
Can i spend time through you?
Meter filling
Nickels and dimes with you
Sand in sunscreen
With you
Dead skin flaking off of you
Can i spend time with you?
The usual stuff
You know
Nothing extraordinary
Fill my life with you
Can i spend time for you?
Let me choose
How you allocate
Invest wisely for you
Can i spend time near you?
Sorry for the bad investments
I thought i knew better
Can i spend time on you?
Please?
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