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The tears of an angel are emotions not a toy A broken spirit, crippled wings of a Dove that can not fly Romance bitter and sweet, but the heart deception can destroy The Heart and Soul, weep and cry Others have done their damage, broken again and again each wing In time, with healing, again you'll fly and soar You have to hold your head up, let my words to thy heart sing Then maybe find the want, the desire to try, true emotions at the core But for now the tears of an angel, solemn tears In the dark in silence, continue to fall She punishes her mind , heart and soul with doubts and fears Wondering if love or a brief romance is even worth it at all This sights and sounds, to comfort, taunt and torture You don't know what is right or wrong Heart and Soul on stormy emotions transfixed, is their a cure My words, are they so distant and so unfamiliar a Song Images of what can be, in the dreams dance, in the embrace Throughout the day and way on into the night, fell the beat Words a melody to kiss and dance in your heart and soul, a smile to your face Warm is the embrace, ever so brief, bitter and sweet 'Tis plain to these eyes, such radiant beauty that rose standing alone Through eyes, dwelling deep within, desperate for tending Untended that rose yet has blossomed, who would have known? What grand and greater beauty lays in wait, for a heart that needs mending Full of promise, what dreams on flights of fancy and fantasy rises When will that blossom of mystery unfold? What dreams may come, oh what unfathomable surprises? Lay hidden, what raw beauty and ecstasy to behold Even the strongest and coldest of souls without a heart would cry If you could see into her world, look there through her eyes You could see the hurt she feels and maybe even know why Tortured and almost barren the heart scarred by lies ~Wes Noneya
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Tears of an Angel
The tears of an angel are emotions not a toy A broken spirit, crippled wings of a Dove that can not fly Romance bitter and sweet, but the heart deception can destroy The Heart and Soul, weep and cry Others have done their damage, broken again and again each wing In time, with healing, again you'll fly and soar You have to hold your head up, let my words to thy heart sing Then maybe find the want, the desire to try, true emotions at the core But for now the tears of an angel, solemn tears In the dark in silence, continue to fall She punishes her mind , heart and soul with doubts and fears Wondering if love or a brief romance is even worth it at all This sights and sounds, to comfort, taunt and torture You don't know what is right or wrong Heart and Soul on stormy emotions transfixed, is their a cure My words, are they so distant and so unfamiliar a Song Images of what can be, in the dreams dance, in the embrace Throughout the day and way on into the night, fell the beat Words a melody to kiss and dance in your heart and soul, a smile to your face Warm is the embrace, ever so brief, bitter and sweet 'Tis plain to these eyes, such radiant beauty that rose standing alone Through eyes, dwelling deep within, desperate for tending Untended that rose yet has blossomed, who would have known? What grand and greater beauty lays in wait, for a heart that needs mending Full of promise, what dreams on flights of fancy and fantasy rises When will that blossom of mystery unfold? What dreams may come, oh what unfathomable surprises? Lay hidden, what raw beauty and ecstasy to behold Even the strongest and coldest of souls without a heart would cry If you could see into her world, look there through her eyes You could see the hurt she feels and maybe even know why Tortured and almost barren the heart scarred by lies ~Wes Noneya
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
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