No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.
To bring upon apocalypse.
No one expects her to be collecting souls of lovers,
With a kiss of doom from her lips.
So, she never does.
But, forever lives in fear of,
What the devils inside her are capable of.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
