A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)

Angel Tears

I would cry

but instead I watch

as angel tears blotch

falling from the sky

up so, so high

Its the Angel's turn to cry.

a stolen kiss in the rain

to take away the pain

of this razorblade symphony

the angels want no sympathy.

tears of blood

flow from the wrist as a flood

only the angels see the sorrow

to bring clouds tomorrow

diamond droplets hit harder

as the heartbeat does falter

so many tears unshed

rather like the lines of careful bloodshed

It's the Angel's turn to cry.

let it heal the broken and

hear the pitter patter

Love is all that matters.