Author’s notes: I have a newfound interest in writing about angels and demons, normally making myself the angel and my boyfriend the demon. It’s fun. I’ve written about… 8 poems for the theme.

Anyway, this is pretty much my life in a nutshell… yeah.

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She was a lovely little angel

With a joy no one could know

She had a beautiful smile

And a heavenly glow.

I

Her eyes shone with innocence

And wings were open wide

She loved, and was loved by all

And never had to hide.

I

But these feathered wings are easily broken

The little angel found hers torn

And where the joy had once been

A new despair was born.

I

Where the lovely smile had once lay

There were only withered lines

And through bright eyes that had once shone

She saw the world’s many crimes.

I

Tears ran down her face

And she lost her unearthly glow

As she began to a experience

A sorrow she had never wished to know.

I

But times and places change

And people do, as well

As for angels, they change too

This one’s life went to hell.

I

She left her world of bliss

To a land so far away

A land of loneliness and tears

…She cried every day.

I

Her love from others slowly went

As did the love of herself

And any joy or confidence from before

Was promptly placed on the shelf.

I

She drifted away from everything

Was lonely every day

And with her broken wings

She couldn’t fly away.

I

But, look, there’s hope!

Something just around the bend

Something to ease the angel’s pain

An ally, a friend.

I

This friend was all she needed

Everything she’d love and feel

Just someone to keep her company

And help her broken wings heal.

I

But something wasn’t right

This friend made her cry now and then

And before the angel knew it

Her wings were torn again.

I

The tears flowed freely then

The angel mourned her broken wings

And also for her shattered heart

Which with the pain would sting.

I

It could never happen again

No one could get close

Because if the angel was hurt again

It would be the fatal dose.

I

But loneliness isn’t easy

And the angel couldn’t cope

Because at the bottom of her broken heart

Were little fragments of hope.

I

Hope for someone to love her

Someone to understand

Someone to keep her safe

And offer a loving hand.

I

And the proffered hand did come

Yet again in friendly form

But the angel was reluctant

She didn’t want to be torn.

I

But this new friend was gentle

There was a twinkle in her eye

Something admirable and honest

That the angel could not deny.

I

But, yes, there it is!

She’s an angel, too!

You can see it in her smile

And eyes of ocean blue.

I

And there’s something more in common

An equally broken heart

Now with this burden to share

They’d never be apart.

I

The angel could smile now

Though was yet to fly

And as her heart began to mend

She no longer wished to cry.

I

She had a companion

One that was loyal and true

One that loved her endlessly

As friends are known to do.

I

But, what else was there?

Could the angel possibly ask for more?

Of course, she wasn’t sure

But she had an idea of what to wish for.

I

Her broken wings had begun to heal

But she needed the help of another

But who could it possibly be?

A friend… a lover?

I

Though, the angel didn’t need to ask

What she needed came anyway

Because it was he who showed up

Without another passing day.

I

A demon- her demon

With an unearthly glow

The one to hold her close

And love her, wherever she’d go.

I

This demon, her demon

With such a beautiful heart

Gave her the outlasting thing she needed

And inspired her healing art.

I

With a kiss, a soft caress

Her wings continued to heal

And the angel is no longer afraid

To say what she thinks and feels.

I

And now this angel is happy again

With joy she flies and sings

And she only wants to say “Thank you

For fixing my broken wings.”