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Take A Bow
Today my guardian angel sinned against me,
She raised her wings and her hands and flew away,
Today my guardian angel cut me so deep,
She raised her wings and left when I asked her to stay.
She sinned against me when asked to run away with me,
Today she broke the most fragile of hearts.
She sinned against me when I only wanted free,
Today she broke away to restart.
Start again with someone new, who's too afraid of all things new,
Just like she's too scared to leave what's here.
Start again with someone who can blind her from what's true,
Just like I used to do to keep her near.
So who's to say I need her? Who's to say I ever loved her?
Oh but what soul in hell am I kidding?
So who's to say I believed her? Who's to say I trust her?
Oh but what demon gave me the thought that I didn't?
Because of course I fricking did. She was sent to protect me, right?
But what kind of God sends forth such an incapable angel?
Because she couldn't save me from myself last night.
But what kind of man would I be if I gave her such hateful labels?
An imperfect one, but how much better am I now?
So God plug your ears, because when I'm through with my four letter words, I'm taking a bow.
She raised her wings and her hands and flew away,
Today my guardian angel cut me so deep,
She raised her wings and left when I asked her to stay.
She sinned against me when asked to run away with me,
Today she broke the most fragile of hearts.
She sinned against me when I only wanted free,
Today she broke away to restart.
Start again with someone new, who's too afraid of all things new,
Just like she's too scared to leave what's here.
Start again with someone who can blind her from what's true,
Just like I used to do to keep her near.
So who's to say I need her? Who's to say I ever loved her?
Oh but what soul in hell am I kidding?
So who's to say I believed her? Who's to say I trust her?
Oh but what demon gave me the thought that I didn't?
Because of course I fricking did. She was sent to protect me, right?
But what kind of God sends forth such an incapable angel?
Because she couldn't save me from myself last night.
But what kind of man would I be if I gave her such hateful labels?
An imperfect one, but how much better am I now?
So God plug your ears, because when I'm through with my four letter words, I'm taking a bow.
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