Angela is no Angel
She’s no angel who came sneaking into my room on tiptoe, with no invitation
Your tumult opened the door to her, I couldn’t keep her out
When the light came on and I could see, clearly see, her wicked wanton way
My heart was missing.
Stolen while I lay in the dark, dreaming of better times.
I did not know right then what was missing, I only knew the profound and bottomless pain.
I could not breathe.
Just a fragile shell full of aches and tears and thorns,
I could not recognize myself, or you.
Her shroud covered all that I knew.
Her black pall still lingers
I see its shadow on you sometimes
I feel the prick of the thorns she left
I take a breath and breathe in her dark ways.
Why didn’t you bar the door? You opened it wide and let her in, welcomed her.
You stood over me and watched her sink her fingers into my chest, watched her rip out my true heart, laughing.
Black in the night, when all was quiet, while I slept dreaming only of you,
You conspired with the fallen angel and I never knew, never knew.
Contributed by lisa9132
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