Anonymous
Feathers fall like bullets from the sky,
What nonchalant angel breathed such a sorrowful sigh?
A heart kicked across the ground,
Melancholic mood swings,
A grip pessimism has found.
Love pierced on a falling quill,
To write an oath from fresh blood spill,
Amputated tears cut from the pedestal;
There was so much to believe in.
Glass droplets cut through barren tear ducts,
Storms of anger reside within,
What the Self creates is a narrow, misguided vision,
Take time to re-write the cause of pain.
Positives and Attitudes
Great write ~~A~~