Broken wings

I don’t think that anybody can be an angel.

If we are, we are all fallen ones.

I don’t know if you know this,

but I don’t think anyone wants me.

The one with the broken wings.

I used to be innocent,

untainted by the world.

But I already lost it,

and what’s left isn’t pretty.

Honestly, you shouldn’t even be here,

when we aren’t meant to be.

But you just can’t let go of me,

and I can’t help but feel the same.

So don’t blame me,

If you end up tainted,

broken and bleeding.

I warned you.

It was your choice.

Inspired by:

I’m not an angel

Halestorm (a fantastic rock band)