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He is but an angel that dares to walk on Earth
In a world that deserves the name Hell
He aimed a dagger towards my heart, of course, he never misses
His smile could kill, and I promise it does
I feel so dead in his most alive, amiable presence
But when he's near my heart plays the loudest drums and makes me the subtlest amount of dizzy
I forget what I'm thinking about because I'm suddenly only imagining about him and his smile that has left my chest hollow from his dagger
Blonde hair, rosy cheeks, glass blue eyes.
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Thoughts about him.
PoetryI like writing and venting. Struggles about love and feelings that I'd never express in person. I love love, so I write about love when I feel like it. Each day I fall for him more and more.
