tantrum'd anger clowds her eyes
ruining the perfect grin with
blonde hair flowing over and
falling near her shoulders.
She stands infront of a window tinted
red with blood at her own hands and
her pillows torn from her anguish but
her wings are damaged from her fear.
The red mooned angel holds her
teddy oh so tight in
her right hand and left
holds the pillow she destroyed.
Poor angel with a torn up
wing and damaged pillow and
empty bear she has
no where to go.
No one holds her anymore but
touch destroys her ego and
the bear is all that saves her now but
it's failed at it's job...
-Whist
 playwithfire · Wed Oct 13, 2004 @ 12:18am · 2 Comments |
