Entry Stats: 4.5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments 127 views
Lost Angel
Lost Angel….
The glass it shatters, in my hand.
My lost angel, at last we meet.
I Love you
I can taste the cold steel on my fingers
We are mighty proud of god and his angels
He is inside everyone’s hearts
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I liked this alot. But what I think I liked the most is that it kept me guessing. For example when I read the first line I though this would be a poem about a deep pain, but once i read the second line i felt love and compassion.