My Angel

I've picked the angel on my tree
the kaolin waif I hope to be
Porcelain lips spread in alabastor
Pink pasion lets my mind defray
The acrid smell of yesterday
Lets only those who wish to play
Mark thre heart of lonelys stay
Dust and webs pass thru the fray
Winking off lonely yesterdays
Those who know my lonely way
Who injured hurt empassioned minds
do stay those that know we
depass left on center
those we clap
the hurting chanters of her past

Douvic © 12/19/97