A/N: A.) I don't write poetry often (as in, almost never). B.) I wrote this quickly early in the morning and then polished it later. C.) It's DESTIEL POETRY. So yeah.
I felt myself fall twice from Grace
Twice from Heaven's reach.
Surely I fell hard into
The cold and I beseeched
My Father that He take me back
Into his waiting arms,
But I kept falling down to Earth
And down into the swarm
Of dangers, fears, and turmoils
That ravaged this dark land.
I was trapped in prison flesh
And worked with mortal hand.
A borrowed heart beat fast anew
Against these stolen bones
When I met you, again, at last
And found I could see home
Outside of Glory and far from Grace.
Though surely it was a sin
It was one I would not take back
And I would commit again.
For I fell twice, now, don't forget,
For you, from up above.
For first I fell from Heaven
And then I fell in love.
