Tears Are All She Knew
Where tears are all she knew,
and from this day forward she flew..
to be no more; she mourns
simple white roses,
tangled and torn
in her golden hair that poses
her crown of thorns
bloodstains that disclosures
her angelica face of bedlam dreams
so torn to be free, oh so free
angels fall sometimes even cry
and maybe just maybe angels die....
Brooke Dylan 2014
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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