A Poem With No MeaningA Poem by Michael X...I can speak the language of fallen angels, we don't know how to use words very well. This passion has no life or meaning. But if I could read your thoughts, what would your open heart say to me? Sometimes, I feel like people are aliens or maybe I'm a mind of a different breed or maybe the mind is just a window. If I could look through the window of your soul, what planet would I see? These thoughts are so far out, I travel through space when I close my eyes. I'm trying to make it to Heaven's gate to steal the language of the angels. I desperately need the right kind of words for my fading life story, the kind of words that turn ordinary men into poets. © 2016 Michael XFeatured Review
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