Raise your head,
And look into her eyes.
You'll see the storm,
Of fire or an ice.
A sultry sin,
Or devilish grin.
It's all about the prize.
The scent of Lily,
Heart of gold.
Jingled arteries,
Messed up soul.
Like the first ray of sunlight,
She shines up high.
Bright, illuminating,
Clear like a sky.
Haywire are her thoughts,
Eccentric her cause.
She's known to be a
Beautiful twilight.
She's the girl,
The devil in black.
That's the reason,
They call her DUSK.
No, it's not a musk.
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tuyo_kashish So , here it is. I know it's not good enough but nonetheless, I wanted to post.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
