She was an angel,

Her dreams, hopes, and laughter kept her up,

Brighter than a sky that burned in the night, she'd fly with all her might,

White. Clean, soft, and pure.

The winds pick up, the clouds brew, the rain is falling in love, with the angel that can be mistaken as a dove.

So peaceful

The kind of love that made her wings heavier, clogged her freedom that was held in her feathers, darkened her skies and turned her sweet dreams into beautiful nightmares, the kind of love that sunk her down to the depths of those more earthier.

Her screams, doubts, and frown pulled her down,

Darkness enveloped her light, devouring her with one bite,

Black. Tainted, ragged and sinful.

So beautiful..

The sun dried out her laugh like the greedy desert lapping up the water that kept its soil alive, the absence of her wings increased a heavier load on her back which forced her on her knees in prayer.

A different rain had fallen in love with her, a rain that lived in her eyes, travelled on her cheek and died on her lips. 

She was an angel.