My angel (The fix)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about just helping someone that I love who needs it.

Submitted: July 03, 2008

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You're an artist, leaving your works for the world to see upon your body.

The razor is your brush, your skin the canvas, is this who you really wanna be?

You're destroying your beauty, setting fire to your soul, and I want to extinguish your flames.

You're a catepillar waiting to become a butterfly, and I am your cacoon.  Do you want to be saved?

Take my hand and don't let go, we can fight what you've ran from for so long.

I will lift you up, I will carry you, I will make you feel so strong.

Tears of acid are rolling down your cheek, and it's killing both of us.

You're a dead rose, I can revive you, I'll be your rain-drop, I want to save you my love.

Let me be your prince, and you can be my princess.  I'll give you my all, my everything.

And we can stay up late, songs of hope, joy, and love we shall sing.

Let me take your black and white picture and paint color into it,

For you are an angel whose throat has been slit.

But I want to be your fix, let me be your fix.


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