When Angels Fall - Poem by Aly Grey
Is she narcissist or is she vain?
Or is she hiding insecurities because she is ashamed?
Ashamed of her past and what she did to get here,
Repeat her mistakes? No! she wouldn’t dare.
Her beauty begins to fade and age takes toll,
Her spirit is weak and her soul is sold,
Given away with no regards to right and wrong,
She didnnt care about it until it was gone,
Now she craves that love and comfort,
But they left her with three yards of black cloth,
When she enquires; asks them why,
They answered briefly “wrap yourself when you die”
She thought to herself but im an angel,
But my life span is etrnal.
They heard and they seemed to giggle,
You did this to you so why the hastle.
Hastle to repent and make wrong things right,
Hastle and try to correct your life,
Whilst you frolicked freely didn’t it occur to you?
That Emily hears and sees all that you do.
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