Ange's Corner: Yet another story that I've been toiling on during this summer, however this one is special. Yes this is the first (of many I hope) that made from private to public viewing instead of the usual from private to garbage man viewing. I tried my best so give me your worst. Sorry if my poem is utter suckage but I'm a little rusty (okay so I'm archaic in that genre but that's a tender subject). So judge and condemn or praise and demand (hopefully the latter). Hope to hear from you in your reviews!
Disclaimer: Blue is the sky, green is the grass, ask me one more time and I'll kick your… assassin. (Had you going there. Really, get your mind out of the gutter. The profanity doesn't start until the actual story).
Masochist side note: See told you my rhyming sucks. Now it'll make everything so much easier if you'll just mindlessly agree with me and let me suffer in peace.
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By my side
Alone is a word I'm all too use to
But when you came into my life you erased it from my vocabulary
I use to be surrounded by people yet felt left out in the dark
But now with you by my side, I'm squinting from your light
You're an angel sent straight from my dream to help this fallen soldier on his way
Imagine my surprise when I held out my hand and you agreed to stay
You helped soothe my battle scars and eased my worn, tired heart
You opened my blind eyes and gave sound to my deaf and dying ears
I can't imagine you not by my side and I hope that I will never have to
Love, you weren't my first but you were certainly my last
And with your guidance I can finally lay rest my past
- Ange Noir
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Ange's corner: The torture's not over yet, I doubled the pain by making the prologue's just a click away. So you know you can leave if you haven't already (preferably that you don't though) or you can stick it out, endure it all, and leave me a review. Your choice really but…okay so I drew up a blank but just do it, 'kay? Got to love Nike or was that the dude from Water Boy? Go figure.