Heavenly Broken
July 9, 2016
3.30.16
He stole my golden halo and clipped
my white feathered wings.
Perhaps he's merely a lost boy who
needed them more than me.
He claimed I was part devil who
burned him to the third degree.
Before him always stood an angel,
he was just too blind to see.
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