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Astraea
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0 posted 12-29-1999 09:52 PM       View Profile for Astraea   Email Astraea   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Astraea

She was a beautiful girl
Veritably an angel walking on earth
With a heart golder than any star, sun or smile ever known
She was a pretty girl
The most beautiful you could ever see
It's so sad she never the danger
That her tender nature could bring

Laughing at school,
You could never know her troubles
What lay behind her eyes
When she wished upon a dying star
What did she want?
She told me one night
Rueful, shy and compassionate
Like the angel she was

"I want to be normal,
And yes, lose this beauty,
For you can never imagine
What I go through
When people try to catch me."

I understood clearly, but no one else believed
She was everyone's friend
She had a heart of gold
How could someone so beautiful,
Not even want to be?

She returns home, shy and sad
The others don't support what they believe foolish
Who would dare touch an angel
So tender and pure?

Taking off her coat,
Pulling her hair free
She's crying now
Because of all the bruises none she could feel
The people all hunt her
Yes, they hunt this shy little angel
For her beauty was like a magnet
And it was dragging her down

So everynight, she runs from the shadows
Because of the danger of her looks
Sobbing at home because no one would believe
That, though she was an angel
She was dangerous


 "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness."

"Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things."

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Balladeer
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2 posted 12-29-1999 10:42 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

This is really excellent writing....and very true. There is much wisdom in these words and it is very well presented.
whiskey
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3 posted 12-29-1999 10:57 PM       View Profile for whiskey   Email whiskey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit whiskey's Home Page   View IP for whiskey

Wonderful, really good I like it alot , very true meaning in your words  

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neitham
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4 posted 12-29-1999 11:39 PM       View Profile for neitham   Email neitham   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit neitham's Home Page   View IP for neitham

Great poem, great expression, out of real experience?    just curious......
Echo Rhayne
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5 posted 12-30-1999 06:01 AM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

Very intriguing.  I liked this one a lot!


 ~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~

TomS
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6 posted 12-30-1999 09:00 AM       View Profile for TomS   Email TomS   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for TomS

Shy and beautiful, potentially a bad combination.  When you are being yourself, people might think you are stuckup.  So much expected of you, because of your beauty, yet you may be afraid to go after what you want. But in the end, shyness is sensitivity, which can a good poet make.
 
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