Not so much a part 2 as another version of the first poem, but I like them both so oh well
Now he watches from the dirt
Hot tears of bitter contempt flowing
Falling down delicate, flushed cheeks
Which once belonged to Heaven's most prized angel
But now find purchase on the prince of demons in Hell
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Poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've written that are a result of me attempting to try my hand at poetry after falling in love with Dead Poets Society