A ravenous thought breaks onto the stage of my mind
It’s not my own, but I’m ready to play It off to the crowd
No rather it’s the idea of a fallen angel
Whose middle name must be lucifer
She intoxicates my senses
Breaks into the safe where I keep my heart
And takes a bite
Forever binding me to her will
I’m hers now for all of eternity
Or at least until she gets bored
Though why am I the chosen of this haunted angel?
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
