An Angel's Fall
Is Endless
Like the pain
Of Treading upon
Broken Glass Hearts,
Yet We mark the Paths
Of Untitled Roads,
Finding you difficult to Comprehend
Innocence lost beyond amends
Chaos bodes
In his lurking shadows
And I often forget to mention
There is no looking back.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoesíaThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
