Angels aren’t immortal, they die everyday
Starving and cutting their demons away
Though they keep a pretty face and pretend not to cry
Hiding how dead they really are inside
Have you ever wondered the pain it was to fly?
To take off from the world leaving loved one’s behind
To seem as though you were perfection and free
Though inside you really just and screwed up as me
They say that perfection comes with a price
And oh how correct they were
Did you ever imagine the rush an angel feels
As the wings are lodged in her spin?
As the blood trickles down, collecting below
Amongst the others she’d pushed from her mind
She tries to move on, faking perfection
And humming like she’s doing just fine
Angels aren’t immortal, they die everyday
Starving and cutting their demons away
Though they keep a pretty face and pretend not to cry
Hiding how dead they really are inside
We all watched them fly up above with grace
Envying their beauty and their dresses made of lace
Little do we know that under the gown
A battlefield lays engraved in the ground
They say that perfection comes with a price
And oh how correct they were
Did you ever imagine the rush an angel feels
As the wings are lodged in her spin?
But if you so desire to amaze and astound
While being choked with the halo that you’d worn so proud
Then join them and soon you’ll see of their life
The angels whose only true friend is a knife
Angels aren’t immortal, they die everyday
Starving and cutting their demons away
Though they keep a pretty face and pretend not to cry
Hiding how dead they really are inside…
…And oh how we wish we were them…
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Hey I really hope you liked this. It's my first poem I've written since like 5 grade (which were aweful btw). I was really nervous to post a poem so please let me know what you think XP
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