hi yall
no fancy intro this time.   just a sad poem from a sad person.  tell me what yall think.

Broken Little Angel

what do you do
when you lose it all?
when you can no longer fly
and have no place to fall
your life, once together
has fallen all apart
everything around you crumbling
especialy your heart
you think you have it made
and everything is fine
hoping it will last forever
you put your soul on the line
but the odds are stacked agaist you
no matter how hard you try
always a losing battle
always ends with a cry
tears that were once of joy and laughter
turn to pain in a flash
leaving you broken and hurting
and feeling like trash
i cry to the alleyway
confess all to the rain
wishing that someone can help me
and take away this pain
i try to look into the mirror
but the only thing i see
is the shell of a broken angel
an angel that once was me
am i cursed to be like this?
will it always be the same?
as soon as i am happy
i get played like a game
i wish that i could shrink away
down 4 inches and hide
that way no one can hurt me
and see the tears i cried
but alas that cant be done
and who would want me if it could
who would want this little angel
whos broken wings are no good
would you take me in?
and carry me away
stick me in your pocket
come and save my day?
hold me in your hand
and not let me go
never letting me fall to your feet
and the cold floor below
i know that i aint much
and my wings are all tore
my body might be small
my heart alittle sore
but dont let size fool you
my hearts as big as they come
even though my body
is a couple inches bigger then your thumb
if you want this little angel
just pick me off the ground
i aint that hard to find
listen for the crying sound
i can be yours
if you chose to be
but then again who would want
a broken little angel like me...

Jesse Jaymz

So tonight I'll ask
The stars above
"How can I ever win your love?"
What can I do,
What can I say
To turn your angel eyes my way...

You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.

                                                -Ziggy

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please?

~*Theresia~*