the end started as the beginning
with a lot of passion and little direction
with every stroke of her pen she wrote her pain
leading her broken sheep to the valley of joy
and slowly mending her own soul
angel sat on her cloud with an open book and many words
as she lets her book of altruism fall to earth
she only hopes the right one will find it
the end.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely yours, angel.
Poetry*now available on Amazon* they call me angel; here to deliver the words of pain, memories of love and emotions i've observed from my time on earth. this is something to relate to this is my story and now it's yours too 🌞✨
