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Gemini Tendencies
I met an angel in the Summer, He caught me in his wings, they were white but big, his mane was long, curly, his eyes were pure water..... I thought he had eyes only for socialite fae, which seem to roam in and out of my world as constant trendsetters, my naivity shadowed my true realisations..... Certain kisses are sins, and my angel gave me his sin and I took it in with such trust and love foolish games..... My angel, gemini tendencies, pursued his prize with special gifts, and won, for his prize was me, sensitive, loving and easily led..... My angel has caught me in his wings, and now I'm gasping for air, the pain of sorrow and mistrust lingers in my dreams, filled with winged serpants commanded by the demon which lies in us all..... My angel so insecure but so powerful, wheels in his prize, winning it over with fake words, in love, and pleasure only to leave it wounded and without soul. Forgive me for I have sinned, I do not ask of God, for he is merely a symbol, I beg myself to let go, for only I can fill this dark hole in my life..... My angel now, has loosened his grip, but I only plead to him to give my soul total freedom..... I realise now I have to take flight, and leave the pain behind..... My direction is north My angel's is south He sold his soul for pleasure and pleasure he will receive..... But of all the special gifts angels have, he has lost all..... In the eyes of all, he is a disgrace, and merely a demon shadowed by the light. Many look upon him as God, Many look upon him as the Devil, I look upon him as nothing.................... © Brooke Tardy, 1999 |