WritingA Poem by Dead AngelThis 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 AuthorDead 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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