Angel
Hark a angel doth singith in my dream.
A song that makes thy shed a tear at the irony of her words.
And pulls at ones heart strings making one feel as though this world has nothing left to live for.
Yet I am filled with the burning passion to reach out for this angel and feel the caress of her hand upon my cheek.
Alas this angel is but a figment of my dreams, this angel will be my down fall.
A song that makes thy shed a tear at the irony of her words.
And pulls at ones heart strings making one feel as though this world has nothing left to live for.
Yet I am filled with the burning passion to reach out for this angel and feel the caress of her hand upon my cheek.
Alas this angel is but a figment of my dreams, this angel will be my down fall.
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This was just something I was inspired to write while listening to Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera.