Fallen Angel

January 22, 2010
By SexciKia10 BRONZE, Sicily Island, Louisiana
SexciKia10 BRONZE, Sicily Island, Louisiana
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See me shy and innocent,
Looks can fool those who don’t look deep.
My identity is a polluted river, never the same.
Made of stone, hard to get to,
Hidden behind a wall,
Look into my eyes,
Seeing someone in pain,
Broken like a vase into something I’m not.
I am unique with a fragile heart.
You would never imagine,
A fallen angel, my identity has darkened.
I am no longer visible, I have fallen.

The author's comments:
I thought about how people can never figure me out because I am so different.

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