His heart was so warm. I could feel the warmth from the other room. So warm that the cold hearts Couldn't even stand existing. His warmth turned the cold to warm. He was not bound by any standard norm. The ones who were dying got a soul. The ones who were living recieved a purpose. Lost found their way to home. Bruised found a way to heal. He still wasn't enough for world. He was sensitive to other people's behaviour. Hatred and envy created a hole in his heart. Deeds of others were tearing his own-self apart. He used to be an alluring angel before. Now he has lost his mind that he can't remember his former self anymore. Lost his wings, no more can he feel wind. Wonder what changed him, the world or himself. Wonder what killed him, The world or The people. Title:- The Fallen Angel No rhyming today #Nojoto #quotes #poem #poetry #thought #love #sad #story
