by Kendra Sheehan

Created on: February 08, 2009

I sought for you in heaven,
Where a native being of Paradise
Would stroll through fields of white and gold.
I searched for eyes like chips of ice.
I sought for you in heaven,
For a perfect sweep of golden hair
Across your youthful, thoughtful brow.
I searched for you, but you were not there.
For you had plummeted to the Earth
Obsessed with "pretty things".
The slaves of violence crying out to the
Slaves of passion;
And it brings the sorrow fresh to
Pierce my heart;
I sought for you in heaven,
But you never were an angel,
Just a child with broken wings...

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