RAVEN
RAVEN
Lost , hurt so cut up
Puzzled the way my life has been
I had been gazing out my bedroom
Window thinking about the hurt
Of what Dark Angel gave .
I looked and what did I see and ''Raven'',
Looking back at me ,
His eyes so little like a spark shining in
That cold darken sky ,
His beaded yellow eyes had been looking me
Up and down ,
I pondered over and over in my mind ,
What did the ''Raven'' see when it was looking
Back at me !
Did it see all the pains that was in my eyes ?
The cuts of the night that had been cut in
Deep wounds of Dark Angels knife ,
From my bleeding heart that is all over my
Bedroom floor .
Did the ''Raven'' See the same story of he
When he was looking at me !
Lilly Emery (c)
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