There she is, a Brand new Angel
Carved out of the moon itself
Don’t be alarmed at her scars
That is just the usual stuff she wears
The whip of greed on her skin
The color of her wounds
Glitter of pink,red and green
You don’t have to look closely
To see the stains, so called stains
Carnivorous conversations
Eyes that cut deeper than the blades
Cuts that run deeper to the soul
And emptied pockets of pride
She has seen it all
She has seen real poverty, nakedness of the human soul
And she is the brightness of the night
The last sip of an emptied bottle
She fades into the light
Another shot of pain by dusk
Her veins are weary by the day
Angles are not meant to be perfect
Not in the real world atleast
But all the make up she puts on
Can’t make up for the pain behind her smile
She is the brand new angel
Here to earn some brand new scars
Here to earn a crumb of bread
For her belly full of lost desires
But she just wanted to be happy
She just wanted to share a laugh or two.
But Nothing is free in this world
Neither a smile, nor a shoulder.
SIDHULOGY 
Really liked the last two lines!
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