Angels in the dark
Tired of those angels
falling in the dark,
broken, twisted wings,
driving old cars...
what is the metaphor
to describe a star?
my pendant is not as red
as my heart...
Am I too knotty?
no one cares.
I don't wear heels
nor walk on eggshells...
sometimes I fall asleep
on top of my hair...
I cross the lake in one leap—
no need for a prayer.
If you didn't see it before
not sure if you'll see it now
on the wall there is a clock
making a weird sound
there was a growing tree
chopped to the ground
and a young princess in a train
who lost her crown.
Jessica
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