Thats not the bruised fearful and depressed face of that abused girl you see; but the face of a broken abandoned doll just trying not to shatter..
Thats not snow falling down, heavens falling to the ground, dear. Those are just shrapnels of cloud raining, pouring down...
Thats not a waterfall from a spring of the mountains... but rather the tears of hundreds of Angels weeping for their clipped wings and inability to fly..
For - you see- I too am an Angel, thrown down from the now shattered heavens to earth... wings tattered and my heart -once a heart of stone- now loves unconditionally a man I once thought human.. I realize now that, though Angels aren't allowed to love, that rule only applies to mortals... and my love is, too, an Angel thrown down from the heavens.... just like me..
M.J.
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Poems
Poetrythis will be a compilation of my poems and free verses ..... they are twisted.... so be warned.....
