dear little angel who's wings are now chained
has all your freedom been drained?
you look to the sky
and ask yourself why.
why do you no longer try?
crimson liquid that you cry
sorrowful tears,
yet no one ever hears
her sweeten voice of innocence.
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
