When we were angels We sat and watched the world burn from the comfort of our cotton candy clouds Oh, how the chaos looked so small From our thrones so proud
When we were demons We took what we wanted and never left a drop of power for anyone else But it was okay. We reminded each other humans could take care of themselves
When we were fallen We understood that humans weren't perfect, that they had it bad, but they still loved each other With the little time they had
When we were mortals Life was smaller and yet The simplest moments became more grand, standing for what we believed in, Holding a newborn's hand
When we were angels We were made of stardust and feathers, Everything had a place, had a meaning, and there was nothing left to discover
But when we were human we cried over simple things, we loved each other like any second we'd fade away And wondered if the clouds were really made of cotton candy...
And now I wish we could fall again
AC is a sixteen-year-old artist/writer who likes to experiment in different styles of poetry and use vivid imagery to create stories with morals or thought provoking questions.