Where do you go,
When life has turned,
Mistakes bring you here,
Like every thing else.
A fallen angel,
Walks slowly behind you,
Marking the steps of a forgotten life.
What do you do,
When your heart has become
As cold as ice,
When you know its your fault.
The end
Will come soon enough.
For life,
Is like a wilting rose,
Forever fading away slowly
The place where your fallen angel
Dissapears and never returns,
Moving to yet another forgotten life.
Leaving you alone in the dark,
Never marking your steps again.
Your wilting rose,
Finds its end.
Your heart,
Is as cold as ever.
The end,
Where your life,
Like everything else,
Turns
Comments
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Very nice work. An extremely well written piece. I was able to picture everything in my mind as the poem progressed and that is what I look for in good poetry.
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