Lost, a world of poetry.
Entrenched, as if in mud stuck fast.
It's me gasping for breath.
Suffocated by squeals of dying emotion.
Struggling to escape from dingy rendezvous.
Silk ribbons bound me tightly.
Escape from dreams delight.
For once the sword of angel dark is mightier than the pen.

My pen is swan so elegant.
The lady as she drifts.
Like driftwood sodden with emotions.
Emotion causes commotion.
Love is such a complex thing.
When with a complex one.
With eyes wide as child of innocence.
I ventured where other angels fear to tread.

I know that he once loved me.
Now my heart is bled.
Imperfections in a perfect image.
Captured in mind's eye!
By ladylivvi1

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