Angel Poem by Ianne de Angel

In that time,
The time was frozen
There wasn't any brak of line
Any rule was broken
In the same time
There was a beautiful angel
But her beauty was illegal

Her skin was pure
Her voice was divine
She seemed be so imature
That she became really fine

Her eyes was innocent
Her look was deep (in pain)
Her smell had a roses fragance
Her soul could keep the rain

She hurt all her life
She never were anyone's wife
She had two twins
That as her, had soft skins

After so much pain
Days and days crying for a freedom
She stil believe that nothing was in vain
All her memories made a meltdown
But I keep with her paint in my wall...