Fallen Angel Poem by izzie jonesmunroe

A calm surrender comes over me
All that's left behind, from a once
Organized symphony
Now a delicate catastrophe.
I slowly close my eyes
And think about yours, and
I'm bounded by your powerful
Invisible force.
No way to describe it, but,
My love, I cannot hide
When I try to run
I am tripped by the Angel
And its wings
As it tries
To fly away.
So long, my fallen Angel
You'll be forever,
My dark haired,
Blue eyed,
Eternally mystical,
Fallen Angel