Broken Angel.

A broken thought a broken dream a grounded angel with broken wings.

She wants to fly but she can not.

A broken dream and broken thoughts.

She cries aloud with broken tears, but broken sound is all she hears.

Whats the point her wings to mend, is she justs falls and they break again.

So when she falls she'll cry and weep.

A broken dream shall fill her sleep.

But without wings she'll have a chance, to use her legs and learn to dance.

First she'll move with broken pain, but then her strenght will start to gain.

Now she loves to dance and sing, and so forgot her broken wings.

She needs not music of a beat or sound, as she dances on the ground, but to the sky her eyes did angel, and what she saw was another angel.

She forgot to dance and sing, and began to wish she had wings.

But they were merly broken toys, and with these memories come broken joys.

To feel broken is now her choice.

Even with her feet and voice, sometimes joys in the things that you've found,

While youre broken low and down.

So while our angel starts to sing, about her broken untened wings, she stops and starts to cry.
She's hear by angels passing by.

They said she had a beautufil voice, and if they could dance that'd be there choice.

You dont need wings to learn to fly.

Your dance, your song can touch the sky.

I think this is kind of cheesey, But i wrote it a long time ago. I wrote this when i was in middle school and i got a B plus on it. I love this poem beucase it is an insperational thing that i did. I just recently found it and remembered this poem. So i decided to let everyone read it and see what they think.

Leave a comment and tell me what you think. [:

Thank you!

Jennifer Rose.