he walks with white angel wings
his eyes full of misery and dead darlings
he talks about death which is full of meanings
and his path destruction it only burns and brings
he has a head that bears horns
he is a rose full of pretty thorns
the darkness he is part of and adorns
all the ugly secrets he silently mourns
and despite the scars and flaws
I learn to see him like an ice that begins to thaw
he is an ethereal being full of marvels and awe
of the world's beautiful wonders and its frauds
he is not prince charming
nor a knight with armor bedazzling
but he is a nightmare unsatisfying
and his eyes is what blood has been prying
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loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
