My Angel
He came out of the darkness
To save me from the loneliness
Before I meet him I was in pain
Now I am safe from myself
I am happy I am content
Thanks to my angel who saved me from myself
I am scared to care about him
Scared of the pain he might inflict
I can't hold myself back
I have to let myself feel
I need him to be with me
I want to love him
I don't know how much more I can take
Please I beg him do not hurt me.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Only You | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Memories | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| I Miss Him | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| As I Lay Here | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Imagine | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My Caveman | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Happiness | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| New Love | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My Phantom | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Why | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| The Pain | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| All I Want | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Does He Know? | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My Angel | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Fear | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
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