I saw an angel today.
The sun hit his face like it strikes the waves of the never-ending sea.
His voice was engrained in my mind after a single sentence.
I hear it in midsummer night thunder.
This angel he was different.
He was slowly breaking down.
The sunlight gleamed off his tears.
He's sinking into himself.
His voice is a broken cry and he lies awake at night,
mourning a girl he used to know,
I wish I'd known her too.
But the only place his angel wings can't take him now,
is the place that she would be.
So for now he's stuck here on Earth,
a natural phenomenon and me.
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So it's been another year.
I'm 17 now. It's crazy reading what I wrote at 14, and seeing how things have changed since then.
I've been writing this whole time, and have actually started making some of my lyrics into real music, which is absolutely insane.
I'm not going to give false hope that I'll actually keep up with my works on here, because I just do too much other stuff to promise that. But I would like to put more of my work out there in the future.
I doubt anyone actually keeps up with this little poem collection, but if you do, there may be some spaced-out, sporadic updates to come.
Lots of love,
Grace
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Poems By: A Girl
PoetryA collection of poems from a girl who just wants to be that best that she can be, and tries to evolve each and every day. (I changed the name from "Poems By: A Shy Girl" because I've grown to be happy with myself and to speak my mind.)