Its a story of a lovely disaster,
A girl peaking through a dark light,
Look closer, its a sad smile.
A smile that is growing smaller,
Let's walk to her, the smile clearly fades,
Her eyes screams a silent scream,
Her eyes, they saw the dark,
She is clearly the hell's angel,
Isn't she a worthless gold?
Saw me nearing,her eyes they roll straight.
She is just a sweet moron.
Look my lines ended with oxymorons,
Its not a story, but its seriously funny.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
