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


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