Her claws too deep in his skin
Her grip on his heart too tight
No peaceful breath can be taken.
No break from her evil desires.
How toxic she is ;
A mastermind painted angel.
The strings in her hands ,
she toys with his mind
Twisting , scarring , damning
Oh beautiful outcome!
One monster bewitched
She scribbles him down 'the villain
When truth—he's only damaged.
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Nirvana
PoesieShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
