poem (not mine)
Another day...another pain.
Another day of sitting in the rain.
It falls down from above, like tears.
As if the angels are crying, reeling from their fears...
One holds a knife, ruthless and cold.
While the other holds a rose, withered and old.
The love between them, one sided and fake.
One's soul is for the other to take.
As one falls from endless skies
The other reaches out with pain filled cries
The angel falls
Oblivious to the calls