squabble number 30

falling angels

the morning grins at the dew of dawn
heavens jus seemed to have opened their doors
my darling petals and rose of thorns
jus keeps pricking on the darkest nights
a battalion of angels came for the rescue
and the petals smiling thru her pain
dare not see my dark desert
cause the aching seems to go for long
the golden angels shined at me all day
but only at night does the rose buds dew..