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05. Old Flames He is death
to the angel
trying for it's wings.
He is despair
to the princess
searching for her crown.
He is agony
to lovers
kept apart.
He is dread
to a human
about to die.
He is my redemption.
He is my lust.
He is my obsession.
Through his words,
through his actions,
I have lost myself
yet found my soul
in the labyrinth
of my dreams.
Very nice, I just started reading your poems, and you are good
Hey Heather! Long time no see, how you been? I like this poem a lot, very meaningful and thought provoking. Ttyl.
-Kyle
Heather,
I must say that i am always impressed by the writings you conjure from your deepest emotions. These are the heart felt reactions that let us know we are still alive. You are more than just alive. Your word are a joy to read and you are a joy in the life of many. This poem in particular speaks strongly of a bond established between two people, how one completes the other. Something I have never experienced. No, I am not jealous, just happy for you. I look forward to the next time that I can see you and meet this source of gayity. For the meanwhile continue to write because you do it so well.
Love Always,
- Martin Jefferies -