Hello all! Recently I've gone through many things that have just added up to impossibly heavy loads of emotional pain...but one good thing has come of it, which is that it motivated my poetry once again. It's somewhat angsty, but still subtle. Thanks for all your reviews, and I hope you like it!

"Angels"

How do angels fall?
Imagine
Translucent, fluttering wings bent and broken
Breezes whispering by, unable to hold the fragments
Of a heavenly body tiny and light
Footsteps fading softly away
Which once echoed on the little bauble of a pin

Bluish eyelids glistening with dewdrop
Setting sun reflected on particles of hair
Too fine to tangle, limp among the pale green threads of grass
A breath once weaving through the clouds
She left it up there still, just before she fell

Wonder now, if angels ever cry
Are those the colourless raindrops that last dripped like ethereal tears
Onto a sea, wrung dry of emotion
Had they once sprung from now haunting eyes
That blinked in the visage of an angel?

Tell yourself that nothing's real
The crystal grave of an angel will tell you, differently
a torn halo tarnished with uncompromising air
Shadowing the gravestone
So invisible

Mortals only become angels when they hold their last heartbeat
In their hands
Yet sometimes, I'll look somewhere
Into blue or just dusty grey
And feel like an angel
Who once left her last breath among the clouds.