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I want to be kissed by a black angel Let death herself take me beyond the veil Let her sable wings conceal my inanimate body as she approaches me with open arms We'll fly through dimensions of breath taking scenery with the notion of me one day seeing the world She whispers, "What have you always wanted to be?" I tell her, "I just want to be a bird." Instead of being six feet under I'd rather be six feet up Wings that defy gravity as they glide across alluring orange skylines that are painted upon our universe I want my feathers embroidered in the constellations so that I too can be beautiful Sheltered nest protect me from my biggest insecurities Sturdy branches wrap me up like warm blankets pulling on the heartstrings of mother nature making her feel envious Leaping off splintered birch bark into spacious reality Drifting from unwanted complications hovering over graceful fields of solitude Hollow bones sit like broken rose petals so delicate in the nest but so strong in the wind I was kissed by a black angel Finally, I am free.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Beyond The Veil
I want to be kissed by a black angel Let death herself take me beyond the veil Let her sable wings conceal my inanimate body as she approaches me with open arms We'll fly through dimensions of breath taking scenery with the notion of me one day seeing the world She whispers, "What have you always wanted to be?" I tell her, "I just want to be a bird." Instead of being six feet under I'd rather be six feet up Wings that defy gravity as they glide across alluring orange skylines that are painted upon our universe I want my feathers embroidered in the constellations so that I too can be beautiful Sheltered nest protect me from my biggest insecurities Sturdy branches wrap me up like warm blankets pulling on the heartstrings of mother nature making her feel envious Leaping off splintered birch bark into spacious reality Drifting from unwanted complications hovering over graceful fields of solitude Hollow bones sit like broken rose petals so delicate in the nest but so strong in the wind I was kissed by a black angel Finally, I am free.
emilyhq
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
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