mura's poetry journal ♡︎

5

she had the looks of an angel, eyes of an angel and the aura of one too.
she had the touch of an angel, the trust of an angel and the heart of one too.
she had the love of an angel, the beauty of an angel and the grace of one too.
who wouldn't love her? for he loved her too.

her eyes were of an angel, those nordic blue eyes were his home too.
her grace was of an angel, seeing her dance made him feel at home too.
her style was of an angel, the daffodil yellow blanketed on her dress hem made him feel warm too.
her voice was of an angel, the sweet sing-song harmonies leaving her lips, the same lips that made him feel warm too.

those angel eyes of her saw the good in all devils too,
for he was one himself.
he hid with the night, and hid with himself.
his soul had no rest, and had only love for himself.

though he became an angel through the love of his life,
being a devil was something in which he felt sufficed.
and so the saying goes,
the devil was once an angel ,before the devil in him arose.

A/N:
idk what i'm doing with this book tbf it's just there kinda?? also idk where i was going with this poem but i hope it made somewhat sense. also if u don't like sad type poetry i don't rlly think this book is for u. it's not that i'm emo or anything i swear i just find it easier to write sad things 😭😭