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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.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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