A dead ringer for fallen angel,
The angelic gown of heaven -
His autumn eyes
Told tales none could hear; feel a few.
Touch of a soft rose,
Breath of a beast,
Walked the aisle
With enchanting fragrance shivering.
Accessoried scars of wars,
Fought without movement.
Tears rolling down once
Of those fierce jaw line of present.
Hair strands, wet, curtain the eyes.
The smirk of grazing burning lips.
High bridge nose of Roman God,
The face of an ethereal beast.
Naive teenage with teary eyes,
Silent screams of battle fought.
Sleepless nights fearing the sunrise,
The shattering peace of night.
A tale never told,
A tale never heard.
A battle never faught,
Won victory in silence.
Magnificently handsome,
Viciously beautiful;
Heart of a soft rose moon,
Shield of a devil sinful.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
