Innocent Angel

The tears of an innocent angel burn down her cheeks.
They fall on her palms and leak through her seams.
Her tears are acid, anger from within, because her wings were plucked right from her skin.
As her feathers flow in the wind, she is looking a little too thin.
She can try to look away and hide, but she shall no longer fly.
She is torn and worn, no longer warm.
She tried to stay, she tried to be okay, but her heart was so broken, she faded away.