Dropped from the sky, among the wicked children of God. Danced with the poor, laughed with the rich, stood up the ruthlessness. strung of siver and gold, eyes the stone of febuary,teeth made of ivory, hair carved of ebolny. she was puppeted with splendor and danced the earth with grace. Time to leave and a crysal tear fell from her porslin face. My dear winged angel cry not, for nothing could of helped, we are of a dying breed. No longer bred of love, no longer with mercy, no longer bred of sincerity.
Reason for writing:
i was eating breakfast at this restraunt and the words came together in my head, if you can beleve it. So i wrote the words on a napkin and i could not stop until the end. like the thoughts pour out my heart on to the napkin. so basicly it was sort of a snap poem.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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