The Point
What's the point of living...
She stood lost
in the moment...
**found, resubmitted and edited, **
When darkness guides me by the hand...
**resubmitted and edited, probably needs a lot...
Purpose discovered...
I found this poem written down, It is dedicated to...
I actually hate this poem, I like the sentiment...
Here, I am the little prisoner,
hunched over a cherry wood table...
Well hello, my friend
It's been awhile...
What Am I?
I'm a fallen angel...
A dead day is hard to live,
A spur stuck in heart is hard to forgive...
She felt like a star once, until heaven cast her...
Falling like an angel of fire...
Ambient noise soothes the soul
Moonlight calming my mind...
As it seeps and leaks,
As it burns and dries...