She could be heaven today
Then never again
She could be joy, pleasure
Then a persistent pressure
She could be a comfort zone
Appearing the same, but different like a clone
She could be an angel, a perfect one
But closely examined, angelically, lacking all
She's a random probability
Unknown, her degree of capability
She's scary
She's dearie
Her multiple personalities, reshuffling
Whatever card I pick, surprising
What move will I make
Cause even safety, she breaks
She'll smile at me
While kissing her debris
She's like an uproar in heaven
Still maintaining righteous and evil
I could say that I love her, but which one?
Cause a galaxy of her sisters go and come
She's not two, three or four
Neither a quadrillion but, so much more
If I'm to love her
It has to be all of her
But, new sisters appear at will
What if one of them tries to kill?
How do I survive or get along
What if she lied and I was wrong
Where'll I run to if she goes demolition
What'll save me, a premonition?
No, this is death
I love her but I fret
I can't live on probability's result
One day, it'll be unfriendly, revolt
Cause it'll be heaven today
Tomorrow, gone and passed away
Cause she's a random probability
Multiples, not one personality
And If I'm to love her
It has to be all of her
Unfortunately, new sisters appear at will
And one day, will attempt to kill
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
