Beauty is a deception
Merely a coincidence
For once she comes
She haunts and haunts
When in Rome
Little by little
Takes the words
Once consumed
In all seven worlds
Oh I die
Each day I cry
For what
She shall now
As the lights go dim
Figures and shadows
Silhouttes around us
Sentences and chains
Here I remain
She destroys
What the light shows her
But what she does not see
Cannot harm her
In dim light
With flashlights.
YOU ARE READING
soul not the body
Poetrythink of where your soul will take you .the places you will discover that you could never discover with your body.