Loranismyname

What These Eyes See With these eyes, I look at thee And see not what others see Instead I see beneath the mask To find out what, you need not ask You need but look into your heart To find out what you truly are Your heart is black, far from divine But shame on me, for so is mine. My Angel You are my angel,  and even though Your skin may not be as white as snow Your wings they are the deepest black That would put to shame a witch’s cat And instead of a halo, you have horns The tips of which are sharp as thorns You’re still my angel, and you should know Whatever your destination, my soul will go. Trapped I feel I

You're always there to listen When I'm feeling down Somone I can turn to For a smile when I frown. You always know just what to say to get me feeling glad And I in turn help you, my love when you are feeling sad We've had our times when we have not exactly seen eye to eye And times when I was so upset we almost said good-bye But I know this much is true, my love Ill love you forever more Its taken time, but now you have finally opend up the door to my heart.... You know my deepest secrets Stuff Id rather not tell To anyone but those who know me really well I cant help but think That we'll meet face-to-face some day And until that day

Destroy This Poem To the person grading this poem To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor: Stop it. Don’t Patronize me. I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil Shaping it into a masterpiece. I didn’t paint it onto the ceiling of some church, Going blind from the pain and the stress. I didn’t even turn this in on time. And while I’m writing this in my fifth-period economy class, You can bet I’m not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima. No, I’m concerned with how much water is left in my water bott