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Fallen Grave:



Watery blue eyes starred at me, as I watched the moonless sky shimmer, and start to light.

The eyes, thought beautiful, were full of lost hopes and dreams. Shattered love lay in peaces at her feet as she stood at the grave. 

Sorrow, but sorrow less.

In this endless void of pain and suffering. 

Life seemed meaningless to her, she had lost her reason to live.

It was hard. I knew. But not a soul could comfort her.

She was to far gone. Given in. Love and sadness were buried.

They had also died.

This wasn't what  the grave wanted. But it was to late.

The angel had fallen.





Some of my friends and family read this poem poem that I wrote and they asked me if I was depressed! Thanx to them I guess… please comment and say if this poem makes me sound depressed!

I'm worried now!