Jul 04, 2010 19:22
She brushed by me on the way to class
And perfect though she seemed,
In the time that passed, she wouldn't last-
The angel who lost her wings.
Tomorrows came and she'd erase the proof,
Her eyes just tinged with red.
She'd doze off those afternoons
And leave the school with dread.
Now I sit here two years past,
My memory a grayish glow.
My hand clasps around an article
About that girl I used to know.
Bruised and scarred, she lies asleep,
And the bell of truth finally rings.
All she knew was falling-
He ripped off her wings.
falling,
tragedy,
abuse