Her angelic face
shines beautifully...
I wrote you a poem
It’s upon my wrist...
When a fallen angel is set ablaze,
His vision becomes nothing but a haze...
I am that rose that's dying in the corner,
locked away in the corner of your mind...
Everyone can care about the mistakes they make on...
The sin they spread from birth...
His greasy smile,
plastered upon his face...
Lips red as blood
hair the darkest black...
Fade away slowly
into the misting rain...
So many seem to like my poetry
they say i shouldn't end...
My sweet lullaby,
taming the beast inside...
A shallow moon
Of dark beneaths...
Taking back tears,
And the yes and sorrys I said...