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Killed by an AngelAn angel came to me
I never took notice,
For I was used to oddities
And blinded in my bliss
I saw in him what I see in all:
Potential, pain, love and fear
But in him, a friend to fall
With many a tear
We laughed together,
And he smiled at me,
A rare occurrence
For others to see
Had my suspicions,
But kept to myself,
Never knew the conditions
But then again, did he know himself?
I befriended him,
He told his friends we were tight
Even after all that had happened
My heart was light
Charmed by his looks,
Couldn't focus on my books,
Entranced by his eyes,
Should've known that it was a lie
I never asked for this
This emotion filled tangle
All I wanted was his friendship
I should've been careful
It hurt to know
That my angel had fallen
He didn't say no
And two more were broken
The pain he causes,
I don't think he's aware
Or perhaps he's cut his losses,
Maybe he doesn't care
I can only hope he'll take me back under his wing,
And in his ear once more I'll be free to sing,
And we can go about o
The Last RoseShe watched everyone come in,
It was a busy time of year
The only time she saw action
She loved what she could hear:
"They're for my mom,"
"For my girlfriend,"
"Thought that he would like it "
"Do you have a little card I could send?"
Her friends were all taken,
To be fawned over by strangers
While she stayed there
And wondered about the dangers
What if I'm not the favorite color,
Or it they're allergic to my smell?
What if they forget my water,
Or if the date doesn't go too well?
So consumed with her fears,
She didn't notice the light go out,
Or hear the lock snap closed
She had forgotten what it was all about.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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