About the Poem
Though I'm only 15 I have Experienced love, the joy and the pain. This was written a couple of months after I found my boyfriend with another girl. The pain was very real, like the love I had for him. I'll never forget those months afterwards, When everybody called me the Fallen Angel.
|by Megan Everhart|
|Her head hung low,
her heart beat fast.
But when he walked out of the room,
She raised her head high.
Maybe she'll get over him,
Maybe she wont cry.
It's been a long time now,
People say she should move on,
But she just can't get over him.
They talk about the time,
When they shared all that love,
But nobody understands,
Why she's still in love.
She falls to the ground,
And try's to get back up,
But the fear keeps pushing her down.
Will she ever escape the memory of his love?
Her wings are torn and tattered,
Her halo slipping low.
But they say one day she will rise again,
As only the Fallen Angel can.