with all eyes on the stars
and the romanticism of the past

i want to find an angel
but know it could never last

so easily disappointed
and quick to make a point

i pull her down to earth
to callously judge her worth

all the while i forget
that in this confusion, i despair

to make the ones i hold dear
pay for my own mistakes

amidst this dance, this contention
and without any bitter resolve

i think of your smile again
and wish the night had ended with a hug

I thought about it - first I was going to send messages to confirm who this was, I usually don't post anonymous comments. But this is nice. I'm a bit teary eyed actually, maybe because I'm home and dying, or perhaps I do have a heart after all.

Thank you for the nice poem.