The painted angel
Her eyes are filled
With yesterdays daydreams
A voice which sings
Melodies from
A fading yesteryear
Broken pictures on walls
A room so bare.
Dreams that once
With promise danced
Inside her head
With a sideways glance
Now hide in corners
Tucked away
In lonely night
And empty day.
The children that
She left behind
Safe with their father
She lives the lie
Its all too distant
But cuts like knives
Her actions changed
So many lives.