• abpoetry20 24w


    By Arcassin Burnham

    The She-angel that could make me sing out
    My feelings to submission breaking
    Down the walls where my heart resides,
    Painting pictures in my pineal allowing
    Me to give in with no sure measure of
    She-angel listens to my words and even now it still it amazes my soul,
    Jumping for joy and not in fear of being
    Left behind,
    Her accent gives me chills in the most
    beautiful axis,
    The world was never ready for you my angel,
    I will walk to the ends of the earth with nothing to live for with a pockets of hopes that faded away in the fire where my trust got extinguished,
    But with you my angel everything revived itself, I Thank you for that.