Lost Angel

It’s said,
when you fell,
You tried to fly on
broken wings
and you plummeted
to sinful Earth.

It’s said,
when you woke,
You did cut away your
broken wings
and you dropped
your flaming sword.

It’s said,
when you arrived,
you did pawn your
tarnished halo
and you walked
onto LA’s streets.

They say,
you’re still here,
for what better place for
lost angels,
than the city
for them named.


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