Stay on broken wings dear Angel
BROKEN WINGS
She sits in the corner of her room, weeping softly trynna hide her wounds; see no one knows the truth when she smiles, for what lies deep within her even the X-ray machine would break from notification sounds, she’s fractured; every night she stands alone to ogle at the stars wishing she could leave but see, she is bound to this torment; this wolf clad as an Angel is her Kryptonite, am sorry did I imply the notion that she is a supergirl? Pardon me for I wanna tell a tale of an Angel with broken wings… He called her honey, made her feel like she ruled over the bees; he was as gentle as a cool breeze in October but then he forgot no wait! He’s mask fell off and that devil in him emerged; but for her, she thought with a little touch of love like a fairytale, she’d tame him; he touched her back alright, yes he touched her with red angry eyes he touched her; no! With fury pumped veins, he touched her, I mean with claws disguised as nails he touched her; that smile faded, I mean her dimple remained permanent but she loved him still; at any given time she could leave so one day she got to the roof top and jumped; she was free, free as the birds, she was free, free as the wind but alas! Her wings were broken so in essence she was free-falling like an apple on Isaac Newton’s head; yes, gravity embraced her and the reaper nestled her… #CoolCrazyKindaNerd
