her wings are tired,
and she's laying down
on her bed
that's on the ground.
her tears roll on her face
and her sobs shatter the air
as her cries break my heart
and as her body shakes.
she tries to still her breaths,
but they won't steady
and they shake her body
hard as she's on the ground.
she goes to the bathroom
and washes her face,
but the tears still fall down
and stain on her cheeks.
her tears swirl in a spiraling pattern,
falling upon the cold, hard floors;
turning into shards of liquid crystals
as she sobs and falls down.
she's tired and it seems too much,
each cry of pain hurts me
like it hurts her too;
she's a crying angel who flew down.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
