MOLASSES SUITE POETRY:SELECTION-ANGEL RUN
Angel
Run
I
know why I was assigned this position. I know why
I
just can't leave. The signs flash continuously,
simultaneously,
daily. If you are bored. In case of
boredom
take the closed sign off your mind. Try,
living
again. Try to create a new. The only physical
thing
for angels to do. I died that day, so that you
could
live. Truly be free. Truly be happy.
Dropped
her off in distant lands on foreign sands.
But
she doesn't love me any more. What does that say
for
me? But she doesn't love me any more. Kissed her
by
lilac fields. Held her to the sky till the sunlight
filled
her hair. But she doesn't love me any more.
Buy
her anything because it's my call to duty.
But
she doesn't love me any more. Love so unique
it's
just like each, and every breath I breath. But
she
doesn’t love me any more. Trouble is nothing but
a
bubble inside of a champagne bottle. But she doesn't
love
me any more. One to many times I hurt you,
I
broke your heart.
Now
I just can't walk away. Even if I wanted to.
As
I physically stray from the truth. Memory prepares
a
table before me. So I just keep running, until the
day
runs out. I then flirt with the darkness, that
seems
to hold its own light. It opens my eye lids,
and
holds them in place. Robbed of the luxury of
blinking.
I am transfixed on the physical, and mental
mutilation
of your heart, and mind that I have caused.
Your
tears are all the evidence I need. To confirm.
I
fuckked up. Fuckked up real bad. Stuck in a moment
for
a lifetime. Moment of mistake. Moment of regret.
Moment
of eternity. No turning back. No getting over.
The
sh!t just can't be fixed.
Words
of wonder; don't ever run from your future. It
will
only mean that you will be headed back towards
your
past, losing twice as much time, standing still.
Deleting
your present. Always. Quest on for happiness,
for
truth, for love.
You
once called me your angel. I have a question
for
myself. What kind of angel are you? I don't know
the
answer to that question, but I can tell you true.
I'm
up in the sky. Right outside of Heaven.
All
the seats are taken. So I'm saving you mine.
LQ.
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