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Dark Angel in Pieces.
So close... He expertly hides
Ensures one day that I will fly
He stiffens and solidifies
This wet and pasty spine of mine
His darkness guides
Me from behind
He lingers there
Through surly times
His wings brush up
Against my thighs
I feel an essence
Stroking my sighs
Although I know
He steals my touch
I do not feel
He takes too much
And when I meet
Somebody new
He's there in browns
Or baby blues
In many different attitudes
Small pieces merge to sum my boo
Its juvenile
But here we are
His spark
Within a million stars
My guardian angel
Through thick and slim
Can't wait to meet
The next part of him.
Ensures one day that I will fly
He stiffens and solidifies
This wet and pasty spine of mine
His darkness guides
Me from behind
He lingers there
Through surly times
His wings brush up
Against my thighs
I feel an essence
Stroking my sighs
Although I know
He steals my touch
I do not feel
He takes too much
And when I meet
Somebody new
He's there in browns
Or baby blues
In many different attitudes
Small pieces merge to sum my boo
Its juvenile
But here we are
His spark
Within a million stars
My guardian angel
Through thick and slim
Can't wait to meet
The next part of him.
Published 6th Aug 2020
| Edited 10th Aug 2020
Author's Note
When I miss someone, I'm gravitated towards people who remind me of them. I tend to have these people around en masse without even realizing it. I was going to call this poem frankenstein due to the fact that i patch certain characteristics together to get the feel of one person but the wing thing didn't fit. Im a fuckin creep, what can I say?
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