(Authors note: I think this is the best one I've ever done. Its my favorite)
Didn't commit a crime.
But she can't guarantee,
That she has lived her life,
The way it's ment to be.
She has a sinful soul.
To this we might agree.
The Angel dwells inside,
In which you cannot see.
Beyond the dark shadows,
Past ones ability,
There stands to be a girl.
Small and shy she maybe.
But further you might go,
Seeing the blossom she.
Dark maybe invading.
She her own committee,
Permits you to observe,
The horror she could be.
Would it be worth the pain,
Seeing the blossom she?
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My Poetry
Poetryan idea. If you don't like it... don't read it. There really isn't anything sexual in my poems. all my poems are original, and written by me (unless specified) do not steal.
