This is about the ups and downs of love. This is very personal to me because i was torn between my first love (Heaven in the poems) and my new found love (Earth in the poems). The fifth poem is actually something he wrote to me in responce to the fourth poem. So enjoy.
Her tear striked face in her hands.
She cuts herself but there is no blood.
Her arms bear no scars of the pain he caused.
Physically, she's perfect;
Emotionally, she flawed.
Her wings, the only things that show her pain, scarred.
For cut into her black wings are the things that cause her the worst pain.
A river runs over her feet.
Mixed with her blood and tears.
To cut her her sins into her wings will show her pain.
Always hurting, Never healing.
Forever a Fallen Angel.