She's a broken winged angel.
She's blessed and cursed.
She's empty, not happy or sad
She doesn't feel.
She's lonely.
But she's never alone.
She doesn't understand how they can't know.
Just how broken she is inside.
But you took this angels wings, and she could no longer fly.
She feels she should be replaced.
This angel with no wings.
The greed didn't secede,
It did not indeed.
Instead it grew,
And spread to you.
And soon enough,
You were flightless too.
~Stormer
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My Little Poetry Book
PuisiHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
