Violent Angels

Violent Angels

her mind was a whisper
in a blind hurricane snow storm of memories
her eyes like wilted violets
could only weep when it rained
teardrops became the clouds
that would obscure all the beauty
of the sharp mountains against the sky
and when the light pierced the clouds
all she could say was why?
and he was a gentle forest
that became a forest fire
and she missed the spark inside
the star that consumed them both
if only she could make their rain
into love, laughter and light
and if only her sorrows would
not drown him
she looked at him scared
his hands full of holes
and his soul
as cold as a rolling stone
we will always be alone he said
we will always be alone


Very good! I like it. You should write more.

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