The Fallen Angel

The Fallen Angel did rise

But she sure had to pay a price

Of the gifts she had within

Were frayed apart bleeding

She sat in the woods thinking

If life was for surviving or living

Often those took her wrong

But no one knew

She was the one forlorn

One by one killed her dreams

And no one heard her silent screams

A smile that never wore out

Was now breaking out to shout

The threshold to her life was forever

Sealed

And all she did was

BREATH...

Life: A Mystery...

Life a mystery
with joy and sorrow
with never ending feelings
that we burrow

A beautiful combination
of love and hate
of war and peace
a never ending mystery

A mystery to solve
a life to live
where our tears dissolve
searching for the one
special gift

Life a mystery
waiting to be revealed
life a religion
in which we believe

Life is destiny
its what its meant to be
life a cradle of
filth and misery

this is what we see: life as
but no
life a beautiful mystery
waiting to reveal the
Truth in Me...

Love...

Love…
The best and the worst thing
That one can go through
Some die of the pain
They’re the ones who
Don’t find it true
The ones who suffer till the end
The one’s who do not even know
How it could have been if they found
“Love”
Now the death they face everyday
And to die once and for all is
now what they pray
Everyday…
Little by little they meet their end
But never regret that to someone
Once their heart was lent
That once that they lived
An eternity
But was it ever meant to be?
Hmm…
Not for once
Did they find
Love…