A Broken Angel

Making me wait, you strive to see

The girl that you had wanted, being in me

An over exaggerated angelic sort of purity

But I say angels aren’t possible in reality

Because angels are pure both heart and soul

And all my heart is a sewed up hole

And angels are supposed to be breathtaking beautiful

But all I am is the broken toy, the boy’s tool

You say my voice sounds like an angel’s tone

Isn’t that impossible, for angel’s don’t give, isn’t that known?

If I shall have the perfection of this entity rightly

Then I shall have to earn it, and shine ever so brightly

But for now, I am submerged in dark

Letting every hateful word said, leave a mark

If I am what you say I am to you

Then I shall be confused, for it is true

How you speak that I am this angel now

All I can think to ask you is how

I am not an entity of perfect

Now let me find myself to dissect

The meaning of what is to be good

Of what you know consequences received would

Or would not do in this case of myself

My blue eyes, my crooked halo, burned wings, and cynical expression

This is what I am, this is the confession

Angels are perfect, and I am not

In this missed perfection you have caught

A pure soul that’s bound and twisted

One that has finally drifted

It has come back home to you

An angel that is finally true

Author's Note

I remember writing this and quite a few people saying it was good.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Being an angel on Earth is not about being perfect, it is about bring hope to another person... oh and we are all beautiful in our own way... I like it, it shows a lot of personal emotions and vulnerability.