What an innocent angle,
With a tear streaked face.
Nothing happened, nothing changed,
So death decided to take her place.
Now I'm giving in,
This angle guiding me.
She's telling me that everything is okay,
She's going to set me free.
So I take her hand,
Desperately trying to understand.
She's with me every step of the way,
I'm going to be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
