I used to be a girly girl. Now I love black and I'm 'one of the guys'. This poem is a representation of how I changed, seemingly overnight.
Standing at my bedside.
His robes were black and his wings were red
His dark hair flopped to one side.
I asked what he was doing here
He replied 'To change your life'
Then he was gone, and i was alone,
Like Death without his scythe.
From that day on things were dark
And pink became my nemesis
Skulls became my new decor
And I became a pessimist.
Death is now my good companion
And his angel my comfort
I thank them both now every night
For helping find the me that i sought.
Poetry by TigerEyes
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Written on 2008-12-29 at 22:47
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Deaths Angel
I woke one night to find an angelStanding at my bedside.
His robes were black and his wings were red
His dark hair flopped to one side.
I asked what he was doing here
He replied 'To change your life'
Then he was gone, and i was alone,
Like Death without his scythe.
From that day on things were dark
And pink became my nemesis
Skulls became my new decor
And I became a pessimist.
Death is now my good companion
And his angel my comfort
I thank them both now every night
For helping find the me that i sought.
Poetry by TigerEyes
Read 764 times
Written on 2008-12-29 at 22:47
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