The angel on my shoulder
Has fallen from heaven
The devil on my shoulder
Has risen from hell
I think.
I don't remember when they got there.
Maybe they've been there for a long time.
Maybe not.
The angel tries to bring me down.
The devil tries to raise me back to where he has come.
A fallen angel is not better than a devil.
But sometimes the bad inside you can change into something good.
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
