Midnight Angel


Oh Midnight Angel higher than a kite
throw your clothes and a few things together
and drive your new car like a bird in flight
back across the Georgia state line whatever
the weather never you mind you know
every time could be your last time…take a deep
breath now and swallow your pride ‘cuz you
know they know you better than you know
yourself well it tears you up on the inside
living in the shadows and pretending to be
somebody else…you call him the one and
the one you think you can hide behind and
of course he’d do anything for you but it
goes without saying you’re just taking advantage
of him like you do all the time well will you
ever see the light Midnight Angel lost in flight
come in out of the darkness for the love of
your life…Midnight Angel!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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