Fallen Angel
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This came from a bad break up... sometimes you just gotta vent...
Fallen Angel
Like a fallen angel with broken wings He dropped her from the sky Crying black tears of bleeding mascara Only now she wonders why Only one dream she dreamt tonight I watched it creep above her head Memories of pain and sorrow Crying alone at night in her bed I watched him grab her 'round the waist Kissing her neck as if he never wanted them to part I watched him whisper sweet nothings As he silently stole her heart Once he had her where he wanted Holding her up for all the world to see He took her heart and soul so blind and dropped them in pieces at her knees My eyes gazed down and admired as she picked up her broken treasure She took some strength and a little bit of hope and made herself better then ever That was the outside Never showing behind that wall of greatness The scars of failed love and how she trusted less In an instant my total view changed For that fallen angel I see Is someone so familiar and dear the angel with the broken wings... is me |
Submitted on 2004-11-17 14:13:30 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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I liked it, reminded me of similar situations. Good job, i'v found that you write the best when your emotional, the words just some so fast. But it's kinda sad that someone else has the power to make that happen.| | Posted on 2005-02-21 00:00:00 | by borkenbuterfly | [ Reply to This ] | OMG. This sounds like so many of my poems wrapped up into one superb one. I just haven't ever been able to...convey my thoughts so fully as this. Wow. Wow. And again, freaking wow. | *Applause* ~BCute | Posted on 2004-11-17 00:00:00 | by BCute | [ Reply to This ] | I love the visual imagery you use in this poem, especially when you are talking about the angel falling from heaven. This is one of three poems that are done in a free format that I like. Actually, I'm going to add it to my favorites. | --Raistlin | Posted on 2005-02-21 00:00:00 | by Raistlin Sith | [ Reply to This ] | |
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