Bloody Awful Poetry
Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard
Chapter 60: Angel
Intervening and simplicity Roulette wheel spinning
The pullover lays on edge mistaken in winning
Of cover just a bit vulgar can I avoid being caught
As to what it implies do I want to?
In actuality all is fine
All our willing participation
As she lures me to this ledge
I feel calm cool sanity and clover
The twice bitten reply’s
Meaning she Is mine
My would be angel
Pulling me out of time
Silently we go down
Together to the realms I’ve known
Some favorable exploration
Leading to invocation
Past still waters flown
And every crown
They’ve placed on my prime
Covered head and level
Seeking brain
Stagnation and stasis
Forever at war
What is she for
Where would they place us
As I feel the rain
And the pain it brings
She doesn’t know how I perceive her
Delicate a single voice pure
An angel among us
The realization stings
Even as I receive her
Gifts willingly given as cure
To my ill infinite in us
Red pullover on the edge of the bed
Calm clear sanity all over the ledge of my head
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