We're all just angels who have fallen.
Wearing scars under our wings.
Once pure to the touch ,but our wings have darken.
Feather by feather, falling, each representing a forgotten memory.
The bad consuming their body leaving no trace of who they once were.
Grief and pain consuming their soul.
Some angels trying to find their way back home others adapting to this world.
But some can't go on.
Tragically yours,
-Adi
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Tea Leaves and Torn Hearts
Poetry"A place where a lonely girl can express the consultations with her heart." These are little poems that express what my heart wants to tell the world. Maybe your heart feels the same way and finds a sense of understanding here. Tragically Yours, ...
