The blue angel sat-
Alone.
The blue angel shed grey tears.
Tears fell like raindrops.

Drops of acid that smothered the grass.
Is she the angel of life?
or the angel that takes life?
Is she the angel that wipes away tears
or the angel that brings fear.

Fear is not a feeling.
It is an object;kept in a box.
Boxes of fear and sadness, fear and sadness and fear.
My memories are on this shelf together with my happiness.

Come with me loneliness.
I shall be your one and only friend.
Together we will brave knives and stones.
Words will not hurt me.
But I know you will.


                                  - This girl shed blood for tears. Waiting in vain.
                                            She got stood up once again.