Painted Angels

Painted angels in the nightoh how they glimmer.

My heart of gold and broken glass will never see the angels wings

My eyes are so clouded with fear

My heart is falling to pieces, to many lies to many false fears of fake love.

Plastic toys of thier desire to have there way with you. Players of love!

Love is not a game! The painted angels shall never know the difference.

They grow dim while they grow weak of nothingness.

My painted angel seemed oh so wonderful but left me in the dust for another.

So my heart fades away softly it cries for realistic love and commitment <3

 

I shall always thrive for realistic love <3

Love,

     <3 The rebel of Love <3

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

Another verse dealing with the proverbial word: Love...many ways to form it and so many ways to end it...