Wings in the sky
Dresses of gold
Hair made of silk
Stories untold
Eyes of the ocean
Porcelain skin
Lips made of rubies
They make no sin
Hearts made of silver
Cheeks flushed red
Shoes made of glass
No sense of dread
Tears made of diamonds
Nails colored blue
Brains of intelligence
The stories were true
Angels are real
And beautiful too
But with light there is dark
Your time is due
Wings in the fire
Clothing of graves
Hair made of webs
We've all become slaves
Eyes of despair
Leathery skin
Lips soaked in blood
So much sin
Hearts made of hatred
Cheeks stuffed full
Shoes made of ashes
They follow no rule
Tears made of madness
Nails colored black
Brains of pure evil
You'd better keep back
Demons are real
And horrible too
You know of them both
What will you do?
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoesíaThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
