Bad Poetry Friday

Reality 2/16/1998

You were never the angel

I swore I saw

just a regular mirage

you are human

so now I hear

I guess I used you to comfort my fears

I was mistaken by my eyes

I guess I believe in my lies

I still love you

and perhaps always will

even if you aren’t a saint

I still believe in your angelic ways

think of our happiness

that lasted seven days

and although you live four states away

I would drive to you in a heart beat

I would be the eternal keeper of your soul

Given the angels

I love you best

 

Notes:

I think I just threw up in my mouth. This might be my worst yet.

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3 responses to “Bad Poetry Friday

  1. Love me some BPF. Seven days-four states away–who is this seductive jerk? : )

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