How a perfect angel in my life lined up in my sites, wanted to make her mind but indecision, self doubt and sabotage turn that Angel to a fable that was only a mirage….
Why do perfect angels materialize near me? Just to leave a scar then disappear before they hear me? Whys the revelation always after the devastation? Whys comprehension on the other side of separation? Is it weakness? Is it fear? Is it somethin in my soul? Why do I keep finding pieces? Why can I not keep it whole? Why are there only questions from the voices in my head? Whys the answer always obvious the second that it ends? Whys it always cost me a lover and a friend? Why are all my greatest losses disguised as heaven sent?
Then I Married a perfect angel gave birth to another. I carried her with me and held her like there was no other. Evrything I needed in life was on my table, but I flipped it over for selfish stupid reasons lost everything I had. It was bad in the blink of an eye that perfect angel got better and I feel harder from the light on the brink of death then Id find.
Why do perfect angels materialize near me? Just to leave a scar then disappear before they hear me? Whys the revelation always after the devastation? Whys comprehension on the other side of separation? Is it weakness? Is it fear? Is it somethin in my soul? Why do I keep finding pieces? Why can I not keep it whole? Why are there only questions from the voices in my head? Whys the answer always obvious the second that it ends? Whys it always cost me a lover and a friend? Why are all my greatest losses disguised as heaven sent?
A perfect angel pulled me out of shoe domination gave me life. Invigoration made life whimsical a real vacation. Her beauty was miles above my station. I was blessed my heart no longer vacant, but imperfect rotation I found out its just hallucination a conjurin illusion of a mental patient delusional, but had a sentiment in printed on me like a perfect song sung in Harmony.
Why do perfect angels materialize near me? Just to leave a scar then disappear before they hear me? Whys the revelation always after the devastation? Whys comprehension on the other side of separation? Is it weakness? Is it fear? Is it somethin in my soul? Why do I keep finding pieces? Why can I not keep it whole? Why are there only questions from the voices in my head? Whys the answer always obvious the second that it ends? Whys it always cost me a lover and a friend? Why are all my greatest losses disguised as heaven sent?
Perhaps the pool of perfect angels is not where I should be. Its too high for me to fly. Its just not how Im designed for them to want me or know how to treat them properly. It’s just not in the cards for me the pool of perfect angels is not where I should be. Its too high for me to fly. Its just not how I’m designed for them to want me or know how to treat them properly. Its just not in the cards for me knowin that makes me a mess is true what they say ignorance is bliss.. life goes on…
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