An angel lost his wings today
unable to die
or fly away
he fell in love again
hair made of gold,
his halo, his crown
his heart
a broken mess
he fell from heaven
to love's hell
My poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless. More
An angel lost his wings today
unable to die
or fly away
he fell in love again
hair made of gold,
his halo, his crown
his heart
a broken mess
he fell from heaven
to love's hell