My angel
You beckoned me
With broken wing
And, chained
by my circumstance
And ignorance
I did not come
My heart shouts for me to ask
And yet it shames me
To request from you
Such sacrifice
As not to love me any less.
You, who warmed my shivering
And gently tended to
my each and every bruise
You, in whose arms my respite lies
You, in whose heart I dwell
How could I not be there?
I deny the urge
To mutilate my insides
Only because I know
That you love me
More than me.
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5 of them wept:
ok this is awesome!!!!!!!!!
Awesome, indeed. The writer in me is overwhelmed.
On a more personal level. What did you do?! =P
well written =p ...touchy too.
this is one hello f a piece!
bravo!
yes lovely.
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