Broken

I woke up in the middle of the night and scribbled something down and it was this.

Eyes brown, warm, sad, beautiful.
Tears streaming down his face.
Wings white, bright, glorious, broken.
Face of perfection, distorted by sadness.
Garbs of beauty cloaked his perfect frame, stained with the salt of tears.
Voice of an angel, sweet, and harmonious, broken with sobs.
Heart healthy and full of life, torn apart by another.