Yeah so, I'm better at writing poetry then I am at drawing so instead of making you look at my drawings I decided to share something a little better wink
Blackbird
The silent wind moves swiftly as the colors float on by
The feathers of a blackbird embrace the clear blue sky
un feared of the dangered and the gray clouds way up high
the feathered friend of lost angels dries the tears from their eyes
Dancing through the sky, wings open wide
The blackbird brings colors to this gray and timely life
My Little Angel
Sent from a place too great for a name
secretly hoping to be loved just the same
as if it knew to fly you had to have wings
it never said a single think.
Deep inside the darkest place a light shined from the darkest corner
Hoping and praying the coldness would get warmer
when it was over it was there in my arms,
My little angel
Loved, safe and home
and this one is still untitled
As quick as a red rose could fade to black
her innocent little heart began to crack
no one was there to mend her broken wings
so she put her heart into the hands of the angels that sing
Their melodies are filled with hope and they sing of better days
They make her stop and think of a different, better place
and as they take the stage tonight they give her the strength to mend her wings and take flight
and there's more to come heart
