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My poems are long I know, I have shorter ones but.....please be patiant and read them. This ones titled:

Owls, angels, and dreams

It’s just a fake dressed up as life, this life you have given her
Dressed up as life
Her last breath is her only treasure
Looking out at the daffodils wilting,
She sits in the attic, holding herself up because no one else will.
Hugging her knees,
Seeing the tears falling through the beams of light,
She gazes out the window just to make sure the world is still there
The house is rotted, the attic is broken
The sign outside reads DANGER
Only the owls come here
Sometimes when she’s asleep she’s a little girl again, in the attic with the angels, till she spins around with them. Holding hands spinning and she’s laughing again, spinning spinning till the darkness is illuminated by the clear ghostly wings that appear on her back
And then she’s awake again
And she has once again forgotten how to laugh.
Just alone thinking her own thoughts, thinking that, life is such a problem because everything keeps dying
Remembering when they told her:
“They say everything will be all right now ____. ____?”
But that memory is torn now, she can’t remember certain words; she can’t remember her own name any more,
Wondering why she even should bother to try
She can only remember answering in the middle of the night “that’s good”
Her world is just angels and thoughts, dreams blending together with reality, their always getting muddled,
Can’t tell if what she sees before her is real or if it’s just a dream
Holding herself
Because there’s no one to do it for her
Everything’s magic.
Watch for the dark as the sun comes up
Crying and the salty tears sting her cuts.
Just needed someone to love her,
Nobody tells her where to go from here
Eventually the struggle consumes us all; she just didn’t battle as long,
Now just trying to keep a level head,
Crying and wishing and watching for the stars,
Holding herself,
Maybe one day there will be an angel to hold her instead,
But for now just escape to your dreams where you can still laugh
They love you