Black Wings Poem by alyssa carrigan

wings flying high calling me on to new things you stand waiting on a cliff your black wings broken almost as bad as your black soul i remeber when that was me crying blood stained tesrs calling you back everytime i tried to make you happy but you took your problems out on me i took your punches and your kicks. but i changed became angry turning my soul black just as yours was. then he came my angel white as snow he reached down took my hand lifted me up healed my spoul brought me back to life. so cry your tears you never loved me ill fly high with my angel holding on to him never letting go of the happiness i now feel