Dust to Dust
In the arms of Angles my derams have turned to dust,
I loved you... and it was you I wish I could trust,
I wish that you were here with me,
You know that I still love you and you know I always will,
But you look at me like a hard to swallow pill,
I just want things to be the way they were before,
Before I spill me blood on this floor,
But in the arms of Angels my dreams have to dust,
What killed me was the pain and the lust,
Not like it matters to you,
You would kill me is you could,
But you already have,
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Pain to Pain, Blood to Blood,
Either way its all the same....
Alice A Dean
(this poem is copyrighted)