An Angel With A Broken Wing

You flew too high for any mortal,
when love first struck you,
but then one-day love didn’t sing,
and you ended up, an angel with a broken wing.

Your tears flow with every hour;
your cries are filled with pain.
You played at the game of love and lost;
now you’re an angel with a broken wing.

Like almost everything in loves game,
you will find that with time,
life can be wonderful again,
and mend an angel with a broken wing.

poem by David HarrisReport problemRelated quotes
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