Broken Angel
Like a broken angel falling from heaven, with a broken heart
The halo disappearing, The wings being torn apart.
The once ,black sheen of purity that was glazed onto my flesh,
Now becoming a blazing red as my soul is held and threshed.
In this heaven, falling in love is a sin, greatest of the seven
The first rule that we had to follow, was to play the game and play it even
The second, To make the unsuspecting fall heels over head
And then break his heart, move on, and start weaving another thread
Of malicious lies, and undetectable pretenses
Starting false ties and never lowering our defenses
That was my mistake, when I unintentionally let him in
Let him see my vulnerabilities preserved safety in me within
He saw the dark streaks that were supposed to be hidden
He saw the real devil who had behind the name of an angel for so long ridden
He knew I was a fallen angel, with my aura and black wings
Though that never fazed him, now that I get to thinking.
He seemed so perfect, I thought my days as an angel were through,
But what I failed to realise was, he was an angel too.
A fallen angel, much better concealed,
Me being his unsuspecting victim, a challenge , a new ordeal.
He turned me into a broken angel, with a broken heart
A broken angel losing her halo, and having her wings being torn apart.
