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Whispers to an Angel
I'd hold you in my arms
If I thought it would heal these wounds
Wounds that I've created
With my own selfish longings
For something more and something deeper
Than what you had in mind.

Feed off of the rejection
That I've created for myself
Felt that I'd been robbed
Of that which was never mine
Hopes and dreams had filled my mind
That maybe things would change sometime
But even after these have come and gone
Just one thing for me remains...

A whisper spoke as to an angel
Soft and sweet and meaningful
"I'm sorry, my love, for what I've done."