You are a fallen angel. You were once above the rest. Honored. Respected. But then you faltered In flight. Your feathers began falling one by one until all that was left of your wings were skin and bones. Your weary muscles were tired of fighting the wind, and finally gave out.
As you fell, your soul shattered. Shards cut and sliced my mortal flesh. You hit the ground, but you didn't feel a thing. You had nothing left to feel.
So you will lay there, as you always have, while my blood will wash your wounds clean and my scabs protect your soul until it is healed.
I will make you an angel once more.
I promise.
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Poems And Quotes
PoetryI doubt anyone will read this, but I write poems and quotes all the time to cope with my "problems" and so I thought, jey, why not post them? So...here they are. Btw:trigger warning in most of them. I will put a warning, just in case.
