how great is your unchanging love

Monday, June 11, 2007

♥ 9:45 AM

ANGEL

Crisp air cools my cheeks,
Birds whisper quiet secrets to me,
Little squirrels scamper from an unseen enemy.

Water rushes in against rock,
With the bliss of an angel's song,
With the grace of a hundred dancers, it continues to move along.

I spread my wings,
But realise I have none,
Nevertheless, I take the daring plunge.

I drifted into darkness,
But before I closed my eyes,
I thought I felt strong arms around me - and an angel's cry.

I think that's the best poem I've written so far. It's meant to signify hope, but somehow I don't feel much hopeful anymore. I wanted to add:

Angels should never cry those broken cries I heard,
They should never have to unleash those tears that blind me,
But then who ever said that happiness was meant to be.

However, I realised there were too many buts. What do you think? I might add it to my new notebook.

I feel strange. And like I told Waye, I'm going to die of a broken heart. I said soon. I think I will, but not because I'm going crazy over Edward or Jasper. It's something else entirely. I can feel it.

Just like I feel uncomfortable about Friday 23rd. Maybe that's the day I'll die. What do you think?

I have a new notebook. It's nice.

Maybe I shouldn't listen to the music I listen to. It gets me down. But it's just so addictive! I'm listening to MY IMMORTAL by EVANESCENCE.

My WGP and Math PT die by the way.

I also happen to think I'm _____. Hmm. I shan't put the word, cause I'm gonna get people telling me "NO YOU'RE NOT YOU'RE NOT!"

Eh. I confide in my new notebook now.

Dett.