You came in sparkling,
Eyes of gold,
Mind of rock.
Took me up in the skies
To throw me back on the ground
With a sharp, knowing smile.
And I know I will curse you,
But I am no saint myself
And I had a plan,
Planted by the best of Manipulator
In my eyes,
He was God sent angel.
But it's way too cruel,
It makes me hate me so much.
But ah, that look of yours,
You're made of gold indeed,
You make me shine alot,
But that turned to rust,
When I looked away for
Time's ruthless room.
But I'm just mad as hell,
Cause I thought you were
The king of my heart,
But you were the golden theif
Of my love.
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Skeletal Poet's Sonnents
PoetryInvisible Lockets July 5th, Under the pine tree, Filling my lungs with butterflies Of your smile And sandal whispers of the ground. I must be the foolish one, Seeking for love When the cupid's arrow Struck striaght in my heart. So in love I...
