Angel
Pure perfection
Core of beauty
Rising above
Her wings touching sky
Cold breeze stroking her gentle face
Can it be even more perfect?
She fell down
Down on Earth
Where Fallen angels
Whimpered
Shivered
Cried
Deep in hollow
Never again seeing sky
Can it be even harder?
Beneath her wings
Shattered glass cut her skin
Tears soaked ground
Gentle face turned sharp
Eyes closed forever
Can it be more painful?
She never understood life always can be harder
It won't be pure perfection forever
She didn't even try
So could you blame death for taking her?
*A/N Point of poem: It always can be harder but if you don't fight, it will never get better. So don't complain about life that is given to you, you must appreciate it. Would it be better if
you got even more harder life to live? So next time think about it and enjoy your time.
