Dreadful how tonight went
Beautiful a moon the goddess sent
Love we had seemed lent
Through the good and bad
No matter who's mad
You were there
Til the temptation of that cold cold glare
That cold cold glare is what left you bare
Bare til you met the air then you transformed to a scarlet so beautiful
That I could not care what's to happen after I meet Black.
YOU ARE READING
not a poet
RomanceI'm trying something new. you guys have experience at this poem thing for some people its your life. so like that title say if you don't like it its because I'm not a poet
