~*~The Kings Angels~*~ Upon your head, They place a crown, A septre in your hand, You wear a cloak of colour gold. You are regal. Your story-untold. You call upon the angels, To lift you by your feet. White skin, White feet, Those pretty little angels, Live a life for you, their King. Sacrificing life is an easy thing for you, But giving up love for a man like you, A heroic thing to do. You fight through love of your homeland, A precious thing to to keep? But can you fight to save your true love, From dying at your feet? Tugging at your heart, A frightened woman stands, Black skin, Black feet, The perfect little angel, She's dying at your feet.
Reason for writing:
I don't really know what the inspiration for this poem was. Hey Im new to this site. I would like you all to be really honest about this poem and tell me what you think about it, heh remember I am only 16 so be nice *puuuurrr*. Also feel free to e-mail me, I love meeting new people, oh especially those who like u2 :)
Birth sign: Taurus
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