For Varunah444
She is beautiful like the roses that grow upon gravestones.
A grim and mysterious sight to others, but to me... angelic.
She is sweet like the caw of a raven in the moonlight.
A sound others cover their ears for,
And I listen with such intent.
Like a vampire she stops my heart, captures it with her ethereal grace.
And I would sell my mortal soul, for just a chance to see her face.
A demon? A witch? Perhaps a ghoul.
Either way she's perfection, and I,
Just a woman in love with her existence.
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Poetry by Kat
PoetryI'm not mentally stable and it's starting to show in my work. Have some popcorn, enjoy my suffering
