{Silver Teardrop}

[trying2forget]

The lips of the angel,

and the lips of the one

cursed with eternal sin,

touched lightly

as the imperfect one thought

about how the angel’s lips

were soft,

her wings were fragile

and the kiss was passionate.

As the angel crossed her arms

she spread what once were her wings

as her final silver teardrop

fell onto the ground.

[candidvibe]

Are You Sure It Was An Accident To Rip Off Her Wings Or Did

The Evil One Clip Her Wings On Purpose For Ownership And Try Too

Hide It Behind A Faulse Passion. I Like This Poem It Forces You Too

Look A Lil Closer To The Words And Then Question Your Inisheall

Thoughts. Very Nice Very Nice Keep Wrighting.