i found an angel at the doorstep
he was hiding from the cold
he weeps and cries, clock ticks right
his secrets were torn and sold
grey eyes, white hair, silvery tears
i'll walk you home, take my boot
"are you real or a mask of fears?"
a step of angel under my foot
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sleepless nights 🦋 poems
Poetrylet's stay awake and count how many times this heart has been broken...
