What did I ever do to anger you?
paint the smiles across my face
stroke of a brush, flick of the wrist
everything else ceases to exist
don't dictate how I hide my voice
don't dictate how I make a choice
lost I may be but honesty is my key
a heart that's torn from seam to seam
a mind that wanders, always in a dream
the angels must be angry at me,
for I can seem to do no right.
I fought and fought to no avail...
oh how I wish I knew what this pressure did entail
too late to turn back on this hard path,
too late for forgiveness, to solve the numbers and math
life as I knew it has changed forever,
now mommy, now daddy,
.
.
.
may I blame the angels now?
~
Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-08-08 at 06:41
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angry angels +
paint the smiles across my face
stroke of a brush, flick of the wrist
everything else ceases to exist
don't dictate how I hide my voice
don't dictate how I make a choice
lost I may be but honesty is my key
a heart that's torn from seam to seam
a mind that wanders, always in a dream
the angels must be angry at me,
for I can seem to do no right.
I fought and fought to no avail...
oh how I wish I knew what this pressure did entail
too late to turn back on this hard path,
too late for forgiveness, to solve the numbers and math
life as I knew it has changed forever,
now mommy, now daddy,
.
.
.
may I blame the angels now?
~
Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
Read 814 times
Written on 2008-08-08 at 06:41
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