• broken angel

    by  • June 23, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    With crying eyes, and bleeding wrists you were a broken angel. Time moves on but you stay behind. Your memories bring tears which make you blind. You fell down and I let you go… I watched you fade away so slow. With blood-shot eyes, and bleeding wrists. You are a broken angel…

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