pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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distorted angel

no one gets the story --
a distorted angel
figurine of grace,
music
but dying this dream alone

only one thing on her mind
she closes her eyes,
wings spread - to fly, to travel
and land where she should

she's the only one who knows this place
in her heart
so vivid, she does not need sight to navigate
instinct
hands clasped,
pushing the prayer past her lips
as she pushes her body further
to feel the quaking that bears the silent message

she's praying that you understand
she's pretending to sparkle like the halo
she's striving to be that queen

burning through the cold
wings melting
falling (short)
drowning in smoke
hearing the song she never got to sing

8:26 p.m. - 2004-12-27

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