The way the angel plucked my rose!
But thats what they all seem like, don't they?
Like angels
the way they look at you
how they smile at you
how their skin leaves yours burning
for a small moment you feel like they'll fly you to heaven
and for a moment he did
I flew!
how his lips felt against mine
so soft
passionate
scary
tender
virgin
my insides burned
his body was greek
and his eyes chocolate
and his whispers gold
wasn't the devil an angel before?
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
PoesíaI did not know what this book meant when I first started it, it was an outlet for my feelings as I faced a new world. As I went on I realized what my personal purpose for it is: To form connections with people in this current world where we are all...
