Since this is my longest poem ever at 422, I am splitting it up for you.
Angel's wing p3
Jonathan
The sun is setting on the projects, no gun ringing out, no whore on the street
The air is cool, with this Angel walking next to me, my body is full of heat
We walk along the train tracks, somehow even this seems beautiful
I know I’m not, but she’s making me feel equal
Not a sound from her pretty lips, No word spoken yet
No name to this doll, maybe she’s keeping it a secret
No tag of residence, maybe she’s homeless
Turning down my street, could this be?
How does she know where I live? Does she know about the key?
Stopping in front of my place, I am confused
Does she want to come in? Am I being used?
Crazy thoughts running through my head
Does she want to lay in my bed?
Facing me, she looks up into my eyes
On her toes, she gives me a kiss good by
She gives me a tight hug and a smile that is bright
She turns and heads off into the night
Walking up the stairs to my apartment
It’s cold and lonely in this block of cement
He thought as he opened the door
He heard creaking of the wooden floor
He dismissed the sound, falling asleep in contentment
blinding lights shoots pass his face
Second night, he can not erase
He sits up and looks around
Darkness is all he found
Feeling frustrated, confused and tired
He knew his eyes were not liars
Staring at the crescent moon
That hovers above the saloon
Knowing he has to wake up before too soon
Not sure what he can do
Drifting in and out of sleep
Dreams he wishes he could keep
The moon is moving down
He decides to turn around
Finally falling asleep
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