his hands painted an angel's painting,
but, his mind was a devil's art.
because he was an angel by birth,
but grew up a devil's counterpart.
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he was neither red, nor white,
a rare mix, as black as the night,
for he was the calm moon, not a blazing sun,
an angel's heart, with devilish perfection.
~
he suffered a collision, when a wingless
creature from the heavens fell,
with her starry eyes and her flawless dance,
she reminded him of hell.
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she was an illusion, with those cherry lips.
her amber eyes were just a bait.
because all you could see was pure, angelic vanilla,
when she was the darkest shade of chocolate.
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she burned in the orphic fire of his eyes,
but, she'd hardly do it against her will.
because darling, angels are flawed,
perfection lies in the devil.
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For the end.
SA
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Poetry❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
