Red hair curled in perfect natural ringlets covered her tearful face. Her lips were chapped and her nose blocked. Her heart made of gold and her soul destroyed. She was an angel.
An angel with a story.
Her story being told in the scars that litters her once perfect pale skin.
The little angel stood at the edge of the cliff.
Spread her wings and looks over the horizon and sung.
"I deserve to fly" Her eyes willed with tears and a smile graced her flawless skin.
The angel ran.
And jumped.
And flew.
She flew until she eventually stayed, laying at the bottom of the cliff.
Unmoving.
Not breathing.
But after that death she flew once more. Her soul flew to a land that which she had fallen.
Heaven.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
