Like an angel
She swoops down from the heavens
And he prays
He surrenders to her beauty
At the crack of dawn
They make cherry red love
And at night
They sleep together
He told her
The secrets which he thought he'd never reveal
And she listened
With great intensity
But he forgot
The devil was once an angel
And he found himself
In a pool of blood,
Betrayed.
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The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
