Cutey Ampharos
10-25-2004, 01:49 AM
Well, here are some of my horrible poems!
Black Angel
An angel she is, her eyes full of hate.
She knew nothing more, she followed her fate.
Her death is a song, in the moonlights care.
While she cries for the sadness, that she did wear.
The love that she had, is now nothing more.
She carries the hate, of love's rainy pour.
She died from the love, she died from the pain.
She died in the air, in the sparkling rain.
She gave up her life, for the heavens above.
She ended up in God's heavenly love.
She sings her song today, in a beautiful tone.
She knows she is now, never alone.
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Dark Soul
She stared at the light, frightened by the shine.
She knew it was here, she knew it was time.
She carried her soul, as it dripped.
She knew of that day, when she was ripped.
Her heart pitch black, like a torn pure soul.
There was nothing there, only a hole.
She tried to stop, but it just came by.
She tried not to see, the haunt of it's cry.
The stab of love, the stab of life.
The stab of death, the stab of a knife.
He broke her heart, she could not see.
She still loves him so, and she just let it free.
Black Angel
An angel she is, her eyes full of hate.
She knew nothing more, she followed her fate.
Her death is a song, in the moonlights care.
While she cries for the sadness, that she did wear.
The love that she had, is now nothing more.
She carries the hate, of love's rainy pour.
She died from the love, she died from the pain.
She died in the air, in the sparkling rain.
She gave up her life, for the heavens above.
She ended up in God's heavenly love.
She sings her song today, in a beautiful tone.
She knows she is now, never alone.
_________________________________
Dark Soul
She stared at the light, frightened by the shine.
She knew it was here, she knew it was time.
She carried her soul, as it dripped.
She knew of that day, when she was ripped.
Her heart pitch black, like a torn pure soul.
There was nothing there, only a hole.
She tried to stop, but it just came by.
She tried not to see, the haunt of it's cry.
The stab of love, the stab of life.
The stab of death, the stab of a knife.
He broke her heart, she could not see.
She still loves him so, and she just let it free.