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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats beautiful! even if its about an emo angel! from the very beginning, imagery! i saw it kind of like a tattoo thing ya know? amazing color, and detail. once again, deep. But i also love how you intertwined emotional pain with the physical. and how your trying to hid it. Luv ya! ur SS! !