Angel With No Wings
Ripped to shreds like paper
As I fall from the sky
Heaven has abandoned me
The Gods have forsaken me
And every time I fall, another part of me breaks
He always picks up the pieces and attempts to put them back together
But every shard is as sharp as a knife
One slip and someone gets hurt
My heart is permanently crimson from all the pain it must endure
When he sticks the fragments back into it
The cuts will soon seal
But the scars are forever
You are an angel, he said
But I cannot fly
For my heart has been cut
And my wings ripped apart
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