My Fallen

Angel
They coo
When they see my face
Gifted with astounding beauty
And grace

Fallen
They hiss
When they see my wings
Tattered and torn
broken things

I am called
First an Angel
Then the Fallen
What fate has befallen me?

First I was welcomed
Now I am shunned
Liked and respected
By none but one

Angel
He says
Yes you are
Fallen

You are more than
An Angel
You are more
Than Fallen

For you are mine
My Fallen
My Angel
My Fallen Angel