| Fallen Angel |
Last night I held my strength but she was weak, because you like her that way. Well you don't know what it is to see an angel cry. And all I could do was hold her. And I don't know you, yet I curse your name a thousand times under my breath. I ask: Why her? Why this? And there is no comfort in knowing we are not alone. There are others who have fallen or rather- were broken, too. Last night I kissed the tears of my love my patience, my heart. With her face down in the dirt And all I wanted was the long forgotten innocence but still anger remained. So I curse your dreaded, filthy name Your face... Your kind... Because there is nothing that hurts even nearly as much as watching an angel cry.
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Poetry |
Classic Collection |