She Is A Fallen Angel

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rays of the sun.</p><p id="498c">She never complains but I know she argues with her demons And I can only imagine how fiery these fights get in her head, Here she silently fights her most devastating bloody battles If you mistake this as weakness you’ve obviously been misled.</p><p id="a2e4">Take my advice my friend, when you are lucky enough to meet Study carefully, the far off look in her eyes, what do you see, Every demonic fight has left signs of their twisted wreckage Another scar, another torn piece of flesh, but still she is free.</p><p id="36aa">She is capable of endless love as it begins deep within her A love you can swim in, it is that deep, that impassioned, But sadly there’s always the ending, a selfless destruction Although she stands by them, she’s strictly old-fashioned.</p><p id="9aac">She shelters the outcasts, those homeless tormented souls Giving them all of her, holding nothing back, good or bad, As this is a character trait, common between fallen angels Especially those torn of wings, living as land dwelling nomads.</p><p id="d50b"><i>Thank you for reading</i></p><p id="008d"><i>If you liked this piece, you may also like this one.</i></p><div id="5921" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-demons-of-th

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An old soul

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She was always rushing here, there and everywhere And I cannot help but wonder where she rushes too, To the next barrier, the next argument, her next death She never stops, she never rests, to where I never knew.

She felt old from the day of her birth, old in her depths Not old in the way of man kind, not young when born, Old in the way of the universe, her overall higher power Old in her soul, battered and torn, harrowed and worn.

It’s obvious she’s never known the feeling of being young She was born an old soul in the body of a babe, a child, By the time she was a teenager she was hollow and tired But as a fully grown woman, she took chances, she’s wild.

She has no care for your opinion, your judgement of her As she doesn’t belong among the two legged landed ones, There are times throughout the day she’s out of her mind Totally insane, basking and burning in the rays of the sun.

She never complains but I know she argues with her demons And I can only imagine how fiery these fights get in her head, Here she silently fights her most devastating bloody battles If you mistake this as weakness you’ve obviously been misled.

Take my advice my friend, when you are lucky enough to meet Study carefully, the far off look in her eyes, what do you see, Every demonic fight has left signs of their twisted wreckage Another scar, another torn piece of flesh, but still she is free.

She is capable of endless love as it begins deep within her A love you can swim in, it is that deep, that impassioned, But sadly there’s always the ending, a selfless destruction Although she stands by them, she’s strictly old-fashioned.

She shelters the outcasts, those homeless tormented souls Giving them all of her, holding nothing back, good or bad, As this is a character trait, common between fallen angels Especially those torn of wings, living as land dwelling nomads.

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