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Dec 2014 · 1.1k
Carol Z-H, angel PhD
suetommy Dec 2014
An angel on earth was found and blessed by a wonderful lover forever,
But this angel fell and she fell far, so far her lover could not retrieve her.
She loves him still and always will; even with her heart stretched by so many who love her so completely.  Her heart has plenty of room to enfold more to love and care about.

But she lost her midnight blue, her silver cherubs running too fast,
spread too thinly.  She sits on nearby riverbanks late at night watching the waters flow; crying for those she loves the most, those she believes she can help no longer.  She cannot help herself enough to give way to some of the great ***** passions she believes cannot be met by him and he loves her from the bottom of his heart.  The angel is so loved by so many, but cannot accept help; will not accept help, because she has fallen into a dark hole that has stolen her wings.  She kicks and screams like a beautiful stallion all alone trying to get out of the waters of the dark hole.  She is all alone and it is late at night, midnight blue with many silverly stars above.
The midnight blue starry skies watch and silver cherubs  remind her of their love and needs.  She wonders why she lusted so much, and he is glad she did.  Did he tell her so?  Forgive such a sin an angel feels.  In love all is fair.  Save her, let her know.  Show her in oh so many ways!
She helps those who cannot help themselves.  She teaches basic rights, gives time one on one.  She brings back souls on the brink of death and restores them and theirs, and no matter what she does, no matter what, "I don't care what it is, I love Carol" and she is loved by special ladies whose lives she made worthwhile in a cruel world.  Any and all who know her love her.  She is truly an angel on earth.
Sep 2014 · 562
An Attempt
suetommy Sep 2014
I am afraid to send my poetry
Afraid to have you read
Afraid of distain.

My fragile self loves poetic waves,
seas, and skies and language twists,
But my fears of you imprison my
most lovely state and I fear I
cannot escape.
An Attempt

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