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Angel MAG

October 16, 2014
By Meopeo PLATINUM, Sturgis, South Dakota
Meopeo PLATINUM, Sturgis, South Dakota
20 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
-Abraham Lincoln


My legs, they skip over river rapids.
My feet, they burn with a long-lived
desire to run.
My shoulders, they ache with feathers
too heavy.
My neck craned, to match my winged shoulders.
My fingers, they are all frozen.
My fingers, they’re so cold.
My arms, they are strongest in all
the right ways.
My lungs, they whisper denials.
My eyes, they catch the light as if
ignited with green flame.
My eyes, which match a gem on fire.
My eyes, if gems could burn.
My stomach, it’s used to being lonely.
My heart is not.



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on Mar. 5 2015 at 1:52 pm
Meopeo PLATINUM, Sturgis, South Dakota
20 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
-Abraham Lincoln

@Made_Of_Greed Thank you so much!

on Mar. 5 2015 at 7:50 am
French_Gold SILVER, Waynesville, Georgia
9 articles 0 photos 70 comments

Favorite Quote:
There's plenty of sense in nonsense, if you wish to look for it.
-Cassandra Clare

I love this! It's one of the best poems I've seen on here.