In my head I'm writing poems specifically for you
However I struggle with the point of view
Some sound like Eminem saying FUCK YOU BITCH
But others sound like the melodies from John Legend's piano keys
Legend has it that if you look her in the eyes you'll melt. Turn right into a puddle of goo.
Devilish effects, Angelic appeal.
Voice played through a harp, and body hand crafted by the gods.
I had to look.
So I looked lol.
I felt the melting process start. Slow at first, it started at my eyes and my groin. I approached this devilish god sent entity and she welcomed me with open arms. She embraced me with her trap and the melting started to spread. Soon after I was a puddle, she keeps me in a jar.
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The Journal Of The Nameless And Faceless
कथेतर साहित्यThis is my journal, a slightly egotistical, self centered, loving, faceless and nameless guy.
