Statue
When I first met you I must admit
You look like a beautiful angel
Shining marble wings
Cut to perfection
An ordinary angel in
An ordinary garden
Delicate and fragile.
Now as I open my eyes
I believe I'm finally seeing you
I walked pasted you,
like anyone else would do
This time I stopped
Heart skipping a beat
Legs planted to the ground
Heart dropped to my feet
Your marble wings were chipped
Cracking with age
You didn't seem ordinary anymore
Your eyes, they said
"I'm looking the world right in the eyes- and I'm never backing down."
I don't think you delicate now.
Time and rain has worn you down
All you do is stand there as you've always done but
You look like one who has fought to many battles
I think you're still beautiful
A/N: Yeah this was inspired by Dakota.
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
