Little Angel

Poor little angel.
with a broken wing.
You try your best
but you cannot sing.

Your tear falls to the floor
with nobody to dry.
but you could be gone,
in a blink of an eye.

Your dead black hair.
Wrist scard with pain,
with your broken wing,
soon will end this game

Without a needle and thread.
To mend all of this,
but simple could be over,
with just one kiss.

Poor little angel
waites to be saved
all her life
its what she craves

Just a simple kiss
to mend the broken
could save all the
words unspoken.

Poor little angel
wiht a broken wing
waites to long
with nothing happining

Her simple kiss
fades away
she will never again
see another day.

Please tell me what youy think