angel of the heartbroken

Here she comes,

in godly glory,

fairer then the sun.

Till she meets her prince,

she is doomed to stalk,

the cold desolate earth,

till she's no more then dust.

Morn for her,

ungrateful lovers,

berfore her fate is yours.

One day you'll see,

the errors of your ways,

for till death do you part no longer holds is worth.

if you knew the hearts you broke,

if you saw the tears they shed,

than you'll feel her pain,

to late to stop your own.

For there are no such things as fariy tales,

and every love must die.

If only a way to stop the misery

but,

blissful death,

a knife to replace the heart you broke.

Reviews

[cfix]

Very powerful read and so full of emotion.
I can feel this write. Very well expressed.

[Dilan Gray]

You have very strong emotions in this poem. I really like it.

[Jeff]

It's good. You might to doublecheck for the spelling and grammar errors. I got what you were going for though.