Where Dead Angels Lie.

Love. Lost. Buried.

He's a mystery.

 An unsolved crime.

  The only way I could die happy

    is to leave the world in his arms.

     I'd give my heart and soul

      for him to say he loved me once agin.

       But it's burned up.

        And the flame went out.

         Empty.

Dim.

  Sick.

Missing.

  My.

First.

  Love. . .

Author's Note

So I wrote this about the many people I have known in their teen/early adult lives that have believed in being in love with another person and pretending that they were their world. Wake up call: you'll meet someone else.

Reviews

[ebur™]

Filled deeply with sorrow, and just like the others said, it was really expressed will. I like the format, the way you typed up the poem, it added to the effect. Overall, well done. :)

[deeps]

This is sad I agree, feelings well expressed.

[Bandersnach]

This is so sad. I loved how creativley you wrote this; the slant of the poem, and the individual last few words. Truly heartbreaking..loved it :)