Don't be deceived, my darling Eve.
It was a Biblical agreement.
You see, my dear, I used to be an angel of light, your love put me down, and your world dragged me underneath.
I lost my wings.
I left my pride on the floor.
My strength abandoned me, and my attraction faded.
Your sin grew inside me.
A lonely black rose with all the thorns, and all the pain.
The rest anticipated in a dark space, within a darker one.
I used to be an angel of light, and your love, Eve, destroyed me, breastfeeding my passion.
That pain touched everyone equally, thank you, Eve, humanity deserves that kind of love.
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Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoetryA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
