Angel Wings

Not my best, but surely not my worst

There was nothing in this world,

Where people were so wretched

And all that you were good for,

Was to be used like a tool

 

I walked these grey streets,

With angel’s wings tightly furled

Wishing for someone to save me,

Before these wings grew black with taint

 

Then I came across you,

I found something to believe in.

These once held so close to me,

Are finally spread open,

And I am finally free

 

You find the best within me,

And slowly draw her out

Even where others find fault,

Break me down and turn the feathers grey,

I watch as you erase the smudges,

And wash my doubt away

 

I thought I was the only one,

With these angel’s wings of mine,

But I was wrong,

And here you are,

With wings glowing brighter than the sun

 

Reviews

[Skelasoldier]

Very nice flow to this poem, keep up the good work. :D