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William Blake Beckett

(May 15,1995 / Denver, Colorado, United States of America)

Adam and The Angel


Birds of prey
But are stuck to the ground
Trying to fly
When there's no one around

I will one day earn my wings

And fly far away
From this place of hate
And take you with me
I Toss away fate

There is no such thing
As destiny
There is only what happens
When you leave things be

Fly away
Far away
I took the pills, but kept the pain
Fly away
Far away
Those words, pitched soft, hit hard my brain

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I am not running
I am just wond'ring
Why the gods must hate me so

Banished from heaven
No drug can lessen
The pain in my heart

A volley of arrows
straight up the hair goes
my neck; feels worse than broken

debt of destruction
How can I function
With boulders on my back

-------

Heavier than earth itself
Is the fact that you hate me

It was all for you
Why can't you see though
The illusions, to the truth

Fly away
Far away
I will make my wings if they don't regrow
Fly away
Far away
Give me a chance so that I can show

I would kill myself just to see you smile
I would run circles around the sun
But you fail to see what is meant to be
And cast away love like bullet from gun

I lost my wings
Just to be with you
be with you
Tore down my throne
since it's not for you
not for you

I can stand life
But can't stand alone
So please,
stay by my side

And we'll fly away
Far away
I'm not sure what I've done but I will atone
Fly away
Far away
Give me a chance; you'll never be alone
Fly away
Far away
it seems you long for something more too
Fly away
Far away
Take me in and let all our dreams come true

Submitted: Monday, February 20, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 20, 2012

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  • Ramesh Rai (4/4/2012 9:41:00 PM)

    very sincerely you have composed this poem. after reading your poem, it appears to me that you were fully concentrated what to write and about what. not only; as you have written, I will one day earn my wings overall an outstanding poem. i certainly like it. (Report) Reply

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