Wings pure Wight, halo of gold, in a dress not young
but not old, have some friends and loved by ever one,
wings not broken and everything’s perfect as can be,
has a man and is happy, that we can all see, this angle
is breathless and beautiful as can be. She the angel
of good and this angel is not me
And on the other side
Wings black, halo is gone, in nothing naked as can
be, lonely now and always has been has scars on the
wrist and on the heart, no one to love her, no one
dared to start, ugly as can be no one want to look,
hurt in side, pain is her eyes no one looks they all
run and hide, no where to go, no one to love and
everyone knows this broken angel is of course me
~Ashleigh~
ok have no idea where i got this idea but i did hope you like it it was hard to write. if you commen i be sure to do the same
