Post by foblin on Nov 19, 2006 16:04:18 GMT -5
This is my first poem in ages. I do appreciate any advice/constructive critisism(dude. I can't spell 0_o is this right?)
Angel
When I leave this life,
Lie in my death bed,
Can I recieve a crown,
A halo above my head?
Will I become an angel?
With feathers of snow,
Wings to take me
Where all love goes.
Perfect from appearance,
Pure innocence within,
Gentle, kind and virtuous,
Totally free from sin.
Cry for help, call my name,
And swiftly I'll be there.
I want to be perfect, an angel,
With my own halo to wear.
Angel
When I leave this life,
Lie in my death bed,
Can I recieve a crown,
A halo above my head?
Will I become an angel?
With feathers of snow,
Wings to take me
Where all love goes.
Perfect from appearance,
Pure innocence within,
Gentle, kind and virtuous,
Totally free from sin.
Cry for help, call my name,
And swiftly I'll be there.
I want to be perfect, an angel,
With my own halo to wear.
