Dear Chris
I made an angel cry today
When I presented her the scars
That she carved onto my skin
On the day she stole you away into the stars
I never saw tears that gleamed like so
As they role down her porcelain cheek
Leaving shimmering streaks behind
Like the melting trail of a snowflake
She even tried to hide away from me
When I opened the window to my broken heart
Swollen and blackened as if bruised
It has suffered a lot since you've been stolen to above
I reproached her like a teacher
Telling her it was all her fault
That on this dreary, dank earth
I now have to suffer all my days alone
She still stays now in that corner
Stupefied with fear and penance
Her wings scattering lightly their writhing feathers
She sobs and whimpers for days on end
Finally undergoing the pain that I
For years
Have suffered
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