love sick
lonely angel
hated and brused by the one
the one person
she thought should love her.

the bruses come
when their love fades
and the words are not enough
and it seems to be the only way.

this angels wings
are worn and torn
no more can she fly in the sky
by all the dirt and grime
that comes with being down on earth.

now this angel
is stuck in this place
her dark hair covers
her bruses and her bueaty.

my angel
hates me.