A Fall From Heaven

black rain drops
are tearing through my paper wings;
turning to mush
that which once carried me to heaven.
the mess has fallen to the ground.
maybe it was the tears
that washed this all away.

haunting images of torn faces,
bleed from every pore,
bruised and broken fingers
reaching out
trying to grasp onto me.
trying to grasp onto you.
dreaming of you.
dreaming of me.

sitting on your roof top,
dreaming of what used to be.
i've fallen from the sky.
my wings will no longer fly me home.
all i have left is memories.

circles and lines,
drawn in the dirt
of happy faces that once were,
are all that's left
of you and i.
the rain will wash that away too.
the tears will wash that away too.