The angel in her bed.

She quivers gently,

So delicate;

Her soft cries are so haunting,

They will hear it.

They stare at the small form

Curled in pain,

And wonder.

Who caused this

Angel to cry without shame?

Then the realization falls.

They are the ones to blame.


The girl in her bed.

She shivers slightly,

So sad;

Her lonely tears are so heartbreaking,

Only he will hear it.

He watches the small form

Twisted in pain,

And wonders.

How can something so beautiful

Be the one of blame?