My Angel
As Pure and Bright
As the Stars
Told me to live my Life
To the fullest,
But the Memory
Has long faded and what used to be
The Pure raindrops of my Life
Frozen Cold and Black
Have Shattered into pieces
The Crystallized Shards have stolen
The place of my Heart.
I no longer think of my Angel as pure..
She left me
To Break, to fall into the pit of Darkness
I now call my Life
My Fallen Angel is now what I call her.
The Love I had for her Pureness
Has now disappeared along with my Hope...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your angel may fall sometimes but she's always be there at the times you need her most. great write.