The angel within
You dreamed you were an angel,
Beautiful and fair,
With eyes of frosted sapphires,
And golden silk threads as your hair.
You dreamed you were an angel,
Full of charm and grace,
For whom all princes stopped and stared,
To marvel at your face.
You dreamed you were an angel,
That made the heavens sigh,
For whom the stars began to twinkle,
So they could reflect it in your eye.
You dreamed you were an angel,
A bloom that heaven chose,
Sweeter smelling than a violet,
More stunning than a rose.
You dreamed you were an angel,
But when you wake you see,
That your dream was, well, just a dream,
Of all the things you want to be.
The image in the mirror,
Reflects your blemished face,
Your grayish eyes and mousy hair,
And features lacking charm and grace.
The heavens only sigh now,
Out of pity, not from lust,
And the flowers you dreamed looked to you,
Turn their faces in disgust.
You only dreamed you were an angel,
But when I look at you I see,
I see an angel staring back,
The angel you want to be.
You only dreamed you were an angel,
But you don't seem to realize,
That really that is what you are,
Beneath your plain disguise.
Because your outer beauty,
Is only as deep as your skin,
So look into your seraphs heart,
To the angel you are within.
To Live And Never
To live forever
and never love,
To feel the wind
and never breathe
To be deceived
and never forgive,
To feel the light
and never see
To yearn for more
and never bestow,
To drown in envy
and never suffice
To be ridiculed
and never speak,
To stitch the wound
and never heal
To rant and rave
and never hear,
To fall asleep
and never dream
To be misguided
and not disagree,
To lose the war
and never bleed
To go on today
and never change,
To praise the defeat
of tomorrow's gain
Language Of Emotion
A pens been placed into my hand,
To write down my thoughts inside,
On this paper that's been made,
By these feelings I cannot hide
There are stories of love and hate,
That people cannot understand,
I write down my stories of truth,
To show exactly where I stand
There are stories of life and family,
Hopes of kids and a great wife,
That seems to be more uncommon,
For alot of people who live this life
There are stories about hard times,
How we cannot let go of the past,
For we choose to dwell on things,
So the pain always tends to last
There are stories about the world,
And how bad it seems to be,
Yet, we sit back and we do nothing,
For the truth we just cant see
No one else can read this writing,
For all of my stories stand alone,
For the language of emotion,
Is one that goes unknown
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