In the midst of my cleaning, I come across some chicken scratch on paper - apparently, in my broken-hearted stupor, I wrote this:
DID THE ANGELS CRY?
Did the angels cry
When you came down to earth
For your beauty was no longer theirs?
Did the angels sit weeping
And mourn for their loss
For at you they no longer could stare?
Did the angels count daisies
Pulling petals of hope
Wishing for you to return?
Did they angrily yell
And beg for God's help
For you, they no longer could yearn?
So, for now they will watch
Over the edge of the clouds
Reaching over and trying to touch.
For the angels miss looking
At your beautiful face
And, believe me, I miss it as much.
Not bad for a drunk girl... hmmm.
