Broken wings, crippled, torn;
Tattered and shattered, like dreams once alive;
Fragments of laughter and love scattered far,
Shards of glass hope impaling her soul.
The angel girl is falling fast, tumbling into abyss;
Her tears are falling heavily, she's lost, yet in plain sight.
Her porcelain skin, China doll face,
Stained with shadows of emptiness;
The lonesome fallen angel weeps,
A stake of loss plunged deep in her heart.
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Fire in her Eyes
PoetryThis poetry book is for the more angry, emotional, powerful - you know the sort. If you like this one, try checking out my calm poems: 'and the feather'! Thanks for reading. ~ enjoy ~
