We are all a little broken and we are all a little bruised.
We look for love in a desert filled with nothing but abuse.
And we ask ourselves why it is all going wrong when the answer is right in front of us but we are afraid of moving on.
Because the future is unknown and change is a warzone.
Between who we are and who we are pretending to be.
A character we play everyday in the streets.
But late at night when we are all alone.
The monsters come out
and they say Bravo!
You are officially no longer of use.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen angels
PoetryThis is a book of poems and short stories that i have written during a rough period in my life. I wrote it to help me and others go through depression and such. I hope for who will read those poems to be better and happier
