The Angels Do Too

Smith Shine Poetry

Oct 21

The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave. But I'll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave

Did the prophets see those bloody sheets?  Do they know the meaning in our pains? They take you in one week. But you'll burn forever threw my veins.  Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones. Where as children we once played.  I cannot see. But like the white rose. You've been laid.  My hard look and icey stare is all but lies.  I see you in your mummys tears,  I hear you in her cries.  No one cares, the cold and hungry know. No one cares, you have to let go.  I'll set this, my broken heart on good. In hope to reagnite our Love. With you, we will always be us  For you I'll be a miracle,  she will not slip threw my hands. But take yours, and dance to the strings, crying from these marshlands.  My darling know that we love you and that the angels do too