Saturday 16 April 2016

Broken Angel

I am a lone heart,
broken and depart,
from the world
of betrayal and cold

I was an angel,
looking for love,
though warned by people
from my land,
"Expect the unexpected"

I was naive,
I was blind,
I was kind,
to follow my heart

Here I am,
withered and broken,
cold and wounded,
with no emotions,
inhuman yet undead


Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...