Never knew good girls existed
Until I saw her
She is the embodiment of God
So fragile yet so strong.
She's a beauty queen
She's a fucking dream
She is everything I'm not
When I was alone, she came along.
Her hair is entailed in mischief
Her posture firm and stiff
Her smile is worth a world
She is the poison on the sword.
Heavens sent her straight from hell
For how could someone be so gracefully evil
She surely made a deal with the devil
Only if looks could kill.
She loves hard
She lives for the lover she loves so hard
Would probably get engulfed by a pard
Than letting go her man
Letting loose of her guard.
She is the first of her kind
Like Tesla’s crimes
Dying in the end
But still forever alive.
Just one smile
And my day brightens
Just a look at your face
Makes my soul enlighten.
Listening to songs on the earphones
I think we share pheromones
For how could I ever love a girl?
As much as I love the moon.
She's 14 now
Today's her birthday
She might be hundred someday
And I will still write her a poem, I avow.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
