Upon A Sparrow's Wing Poem by G J Salgado

Upon A Sparrow's Wing



He was the kind of man that looked at her when she walked into the room
He'll never forget her eyes or the smell of her perfume
He cut himself on the edge of her angel wings
Everytime he saw her she sucked the blood, the life, and everything
Until there was nothing left of him
Then when it was all over; he allowed her to do it all over again

Upon A Sparrow's Wing
Friday, February 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: flying
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