I was seventeen when I saw my first angel
She was standing there on the edge of a cliff
With one foot hanging over the edge
She was beautiful
Dressed in all white
Hair flowing in the breeze
I stood there hiding in the shadows
I couldn't take my eyes off her
It was something about the way
she held herself
I could see sadness in her eyes
But there were no tears that day
That day, she was the star
and I was in the shadows
She caught my eye
She didn't even look ashamed
She smiled and motioned for me
to close my eyes
This fierce confidence about her
I did not close my eyes
You're probably wondering
why I didn't stop her
But how could I
steal a star's grand debut?
How could I stop an angel
from spreading her wings
She closed her eyes and took a step
Never made a sound.
My guess is....
She flew.
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A Falling Angel
PoetryI actually drew the picture (the cover photo) as a sketch, then decided to write a poem about what it represented to me. The title pretty much explains the piece. This, like my other pieces, is Spoken Word. It could be about a very adult topic, bu...
