Ask Me a Question, and they'll tell you Lies

By lenores_death

Angels live inside my head 
And they like to whisper things.
Promises that can't be true
Like butterflies with broken wings.

The angels in my head
Like to hurt me more
And when they bring me pain--
Well, that's what friends are for. 

The angels in my head--
They speak of my own fall.
And that's when I realize
That they're not angels...at all. 

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Copyright 2012 lenores_death
Published on Thursday, November 8, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • lupus tenebrae On Friday, November 9, 2012, lupus tenebrae (860)By person wrote:

    Sounds like either inner demons, or problems presenting themselves as solutions. I noticed an almost metrical sound in the first stanza, almost classical in that regard. I can see you as a very capable poet, should you remain here, ever growing. Scholar

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