Angel's FeatherThe angel's feather floats down to me, a momento placed--- for the sake of me? As I held her--in my grasp, I was bit--by young love's asp, and while she lingered--on and on I kept on losing--til nearly gone. She was the best, and also my worst. Was she my providence, or something cursed? An angel of heaven, a demon of might? Onbringer of darkness, a warrior of light? An angel I chose, hoping to fly, but oh how I fell, only to die. I said my last words, and on she went. As if unto heaven she were sent.Angel's Feather
An angel's feather, how could it be? A momento
Encounteredthe pangs of a past I sorely remember, are coming back to haunt me young lover of yore. for it's your eyes, and lips, not hers, those are the gems I speak of in the works I've written before. please do not fear our touch....I accept my schism....the soul I have was torn asunder by your quivering lips pressed against mine. and in the little time I've had...to touch...gently caress with your form...I've learned so much about my desires. can you dream with me...and catch the stars with your eyes.Encountered
The first moment that we met, I knew that our meeting was not fate's surprise. our hips touched...my eyes were clo
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Love, as well as time, heals all wounds...
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