The beauty of an Angel.
The smile of the Devil.
To communicate.
To manipulate.
A rose has beautiful petles,
But it never comes without it's thorns.
Never a chilly,
Without spice.
Never a minute,
Without seconds.
The powerful energy.
For better or for worse.
And, from time to time,
A feather.
A white feather.
That falls from nowhere.
A sign.
That tells you,
"You are on the right path".
Never get hurt,
Impossible.
It still does.
A gun to my head,
I would say your name.
An echo.
A cup.
With a heart.
Cross the water to give it to me.
I'll receive with open arms.
But don't make me regret it.
It's on the line.
YOU ARE READING
My Aphrodite
De TodoMy feelings on paper. Mostly poems I write in class when I am bored...
