I sing among the rightous,
You slave among the damned.
I wonder if I should choose to fall,
So I could hold your hand.
I wonder if your blood tears,
Would turn to ones of joy.
Despite your death-felt pain,
Despite my helpless crys.
Is our love forever lost,
Seeing your darkened past.
I fear that if I choose to fall,
For you I still won't last.
(c)Emily_Beautiful_Cherub
Art: (c)Chantel Jones
6 comments:
I wrote this poem for my friend Philip when he got into some seriously screwed up stuff and I thought I could help him get out of it, but (I'm not saying any names...) he had too many friends who had a bad influence on him.
the drawing is by me, thank you. XD
i gave you credit, smart one
Wow...that poem is pretty deep. I like it though, it flows really well. You're good a poetry.
that is so cool emily! thats to awsome for words. wow. wow. very deep. i like the drawing to.
I think I no who you are talking about that really exsplains how mutch you miss him
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