Smile of an angel
She use to be a fallen angel with wings as dark as night.
She use to cut her wrists and watch as the blood poured on the floor.
She use to speak and never have her voice be Hurd.
She use to wish for death to come and take her away.
But now that's over and done she smiles everyday.
Her wrists are cut free she said good bye to the Razer blades.
When she speaks her voice is Hurd every single day.
She tell her self to keep living another day.
She smiles all the time and never cries unless she is overly joyed.
She use to be a broke fallen Angel that no one cared for but now it's different she knows she is loved in every single way possible.
She has wings of white and a gold halo.
She is no longer a fallen angel but a true angel with a smile...