Forsaken Angel -Wip-
Lil white flakes falling to the ground,
Covering the dead roses all around.
Healing the wounds left by your knife,
Salvation for the poor, mourning girl's life.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
She kneels beside an old gravestone,
Remembering the skies her heart had flown.
Now that heart lies broken,
As she cries over your love token.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
Copyright © Brynne Cua | Year Posted 2010
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