There are angels down on earth
You might know quite a few
There's no way to recognise them
Apart from all the things they do
They always smile to make your day
Even when in pain
But just as soon as they're alone
That smile will turn to rain
They put your needs before their own
And find it hard to just say no
And when, by chance, they do hurt someone
They'll never let it go
For some of them it's hard to live here
They miss that place above
They can't stand hatred in this world
And always search for love
They carve red wings on their pure bodies
Then hide them with small lies
Yet they can't reach their back or shoulders
So instead use wrists and thighs
Angels want these crimson wings
To take them to a place
Of which they have a craving for
That they cannot erase
And when they finally do get there
A while before their time
They're told that they weren't meant to
For it's a sinful crime
And then the people stand and cry
And realise what they've lost
Because, most times, to be an angel
It takes a very painful cost.
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
