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Broken Angel
Mar. 5th, 2014 06:20 pmShe stood at the window
And watched the rain
And wondered if she’d ever
Feel whole again.
With each drop that fell
A tear followed suit
She was an angel
But he was a brute.
There was no time to think
No time to ask “Why”
She stepped on the window
And learned how to fly.
And watched the rain
And wondered if she’d ever
Feel whole again.
With each drop that fell
A tear followed suit
She was an angel
But he was a brute.
There was no time to think
No time to ask “Why”
She stepped on the window
And learned how to fly.
