Tuesday, August 18, 2009

angel

No matter how nice it was outside
It was always cold on the back porch

Like the aura of the house
The mansion
I had to sit and watch
I couldn’t get the water out of her lungs
I couldn’t get the blood out of her brain
Her blue eyes teared and it tore
She kept my secrets
But she never knew the truth
That even though I stood by with a loving hand
It was her that gave me strength
I needed her
The loneliness was too real with her gone
And I couldn’t clot her blood

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