you was a child, a child to it all that's why <br />even when in the thick of the storm you <br />could do nothing but smile, as hate met <br />hate and created pain your green eyes <br />followed the flight of the butterfly. <br />When pots and pans came crashing <br />across the floor you gathered them and <br />played beats upon there blackened backs. <br /> <br />When those you knew sat with dead eyes <br />watching the t.v, dismissing your every word <br />you painted rainbows around there feet. <br />Afraid of breaking their gaze you placed <br />your paintings under the picture of nanna <br />she'd always smile, always. <br /> <br />only when the curtains were tugged tight <br />and you found yourself drowning in the <br />darkness did you allow yourself to cry. <br />Until the passing cars brought about <br />dancing angels on your bedroom walls <br />and when the prize of sleep eventually <br />came you entered the world of white.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-of-the-violent-night-2/
