Angel Eyes by Nicole Assenza My angel eyes He’s got mine all over him With the devil in his mind The devil in his hand I need more than blue eyes More than Murkiness of visions Sugarplum dances As drugs Making me fat in my sleep Soul is a broken violin It plays all the tiny sorrows His temperance Artists’ melancholia Sickness of the heart Unattainable like stardust Yet near as a grain of sand The next one passes by But I will know him By his angel eyes He’s got blood in his veins Lies in the back of his head He knows that patience is vanity My time is well worth the waste 04/21/2006 Author's Note: I'm still waiting =( Posted on 04/22/2006 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)