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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.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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