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Angel from Above
She came from up above,
My angel down on a cloud.
Her dress as white as a dove,
She came without a sound.
She came to me, my saint,
She spoke only in tounge.
She showed me what was my fate,
She start to fly as she sung.
What I had seen was ture,
She showed me my doom.
The next day I wore blue,
The put me 6 feet under with dasies in bloom.
They said I died in a car crash,
The driver was drunk that caused it.
The body had been in a bash,
The driver still lives but can only sit.
I love the spiritual aspect of this poem and the hope it generates in the reader's mind...well done!!
People don't run out of dreams they just run out of time.
hey shawna, i think i like liked this one the best so far... but the killere one was good too! keep on writing them and i have to agree with megan that it DOESNT suck, who said it did? well peace out, marlie
This does not suck! Thou do not sucketh ... Thou rocketh the houseth! Muahaha! This is what having no food does to me ... anyway ... POST MORE!