Sweet Aphrodite
Who was born in a creek of flowers
To which the gods have blessed her with beauty and strength
For although they have gifted her, along came with it a curse
In which her heart was cold as it was strong
Bless the days for in which she was bright
Cures the days for when she is dim
I plead for forgiveness when she is vexed
A simple mistake will make the creak overflow
Because dare I speak back to poor Aphrodite
Nothing will ever please the goddess of love
For her heart will forever acke
I fear for making sweet Aphrodite displeased
They all see she is pure with love and grace
I HAVE SEEN HER TRUE COLOR
APHRODITE IS NEVER PLEASED WITH ME
POOR SWEET APHRODITE
SWEET SWEET APHRODITE
HOW MAY I EVER PLEASE THE GODDESS THAT TURNS MY LOVE AWAY
FOR APHRODITE HAS NO ROOM FOR MY LOVE
I HAVE NO ROOM IN MY HEART FOR POOR SWEET APHRODITE
I LOOK UP TO MY APHRODITE
I SAY “APHRODITE HOW MAY I EVER BE AS ENCHANTING AS YOU”
APHRODITE WILL NEVER ANSWER
FOR THERE IS NO ANSWER
I WILL NEVER BE LIKE APHRODITE
NEVER WILL I BE LIKE POOR SWEET APHRODITE
NEVER I SAY
NEVER
As unfortunate as I am
Lady luck cursed me to be
For when I look in a mirror I simply see my sweet Aphrodite
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Poems In Sweet Major
PoetryThese are a series of poems I have written either through venting, emotions, songs, plot lins and just over all experiences I have had. Some of them may be a bit triggering so please be cautious :)
