half-winged angel

i recall this poem i wrote when i was in the 8th grade. n when i was searching for sumthing in my usb, i found this one. and still....i LOVE it




Half-winged Angel

It’s a touch of beauty

Pouring down in every inch of nothing

Flowing in the language of glory

With white, red, blue brushing all over my pain

It’s hurt, really hurt

Every little sight of pride

Every drip of consciousness I have

It stab all over my fear

Running down an empty street

I’m scared

I stop right there

And run away

Feeling the gentle breeze

Listen! I’m talking

No, I’m whispering

In the sound of an evil

And it’s dancing over me

Trying to tempt me

I’m just a wounded angel

A half-winged angel..

i remember how i got the inspiration. it's because konak made a picture of half-winged angel and so i wrote a poem to match his picture... hahahahax