08/04/2013

I was an angel, once, before my time 
had run out and I became
something different.

I loved and I lost,
and I let it change me.

A fatal flaw, yes, a grave weakness.

I had grace, but it bled from me,
leaked from a thousand cuts
that left a thousand scars.

It hurts less, now, but still
I sometimes wish
that I had my wings.