![]() WritingA Poem by Dead Angel![]() This is for my American Literature class, please tell me what you think!![]() A habit I can never break, nor do I want to. She comes out of nowhere, I only hope I am prepared. She is my sweet escape from the cruel harsh reality of the world. Like a drug addict when he gets his fix. Like a lion when he's caught his meal. Like a bird eating the first worm of the day. LIke a mother when she gets 5 minutes without the children. The sweet ecstasy I get when ideas and plots unveil from my mind. She sits there taunting me, this femme fatale, mistress of the arts. She comes into my mind like a beautiful butterfly soaring through the wind and over a field of creativity. With every stroke I get more fierce. With every stroke she gets her satisfaction. I must have her everyday, I don't know what I would do if she weren't in my life. I am self-conscious which is why our affair must be kept secret. What would people think? What would my boyfriend think? © 2008 Dead AngelAuthor's Note
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Added on February 13, 2008Last Updated on February 20, 2008 Author![]() Dead AngelWeslaco, TXAboutUse our Free Myspace Banner Maker! Click Here! View my page on Poetry Flow Hello! If you are reading this then you either heard about me from a friend or your just browsing. My writing comes fr.. more..Writing
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