Sitting in the corner is a small shadow
From time to time little black wings emerge from the figure
You swear you have seen it
But no one can see it
People think your crazy
And you being to believe it
The Little shadow comes to you at night
Holding you tight
Promising to be your
Little Angel
Until it's your turn to become
A Little Broken Angel
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
The pale moon shined upon the
black fur
Her forever changing blue eyes
shone out from the dark
As the animal ran to the edge
Ran away from danger
Away from judgement
Ran to freedom
To peaceful loneliness
But the small wolf
Longed for something
That she did not know
She thought she wanted
something
someone
But was highly mistaken
She didn't want them but another
Instead of telling her dear sweet friend
Who had fallen for her trap
She fled into the dark
Fled into the mist
Fled from the pain
and into the arms of the night
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC