[[~A Broken Wing~]]

[Miss Murder]

A Broken Wing

Clouds cry,

But their tears dry.

Pens bleed,

But paper needs not take heed.

The wind screams,

But its life isn’t coming unstiched at the seams.

The skyline is gray,

But life goes on anyway.

The sun shines,

Ripening the ivy vines.

The leaves are brittle and thin,

Reminders of how time will always win.

Once more, I say ‘I love you’,

And you still let it go in one ear and right on through.

That gun still shines, polished with care,

Just as I left it, then and there.

I promised you I wouldn’t,

I know I really shouldn’t.

Beatuiful one,

My work is done.

Bullet so kind,

Regretless end, of my loving mind.

Not one noticed, through the years,

The message of my blackened tears.

As photos fade,

There are promises made.

The fragile mind,

Cannot forget, or leave behind.

If their mate’s affections fade,

Thoughtless choices will be made.

So take from this one thing;

More than one angel receives a broken wing.

Which, in the past, had signified,

Each and every suicide.