Broken and Small on the ground,
On to you I look and found,
A sleeping angel so neat I prayed,
To the cosmic star for you to stay,
Tiny glass and rigged thorns,
Scrap my knees as I bow my horns,
Sing sweet angel.
For it is you I crave,
And cry for me as the Lord did not save,
Endless. Smoky, Nights.
Fill my,empty, scorn. Inside.
And though I may never rise to the heavens of my once home,
Know that I now sit on my own throne.
~ Love (a.k.a X1327)
About the Creator
X1327
I am but a humble rainbow cobbler in which I will create your dream's fuel with my works. Enjoy and many thanks if you support. Break for the future, un-clutter the past.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.