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tragedy
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I'm not a poet...just a teen who like poetry
Tale of a dead flower
"A promiscuous girl
her eyes seem to lead men directly
to hell"
sang the old ladies of the town
Their perception of her was unlogical
She was as pure as
the white robe of virgin Mary
Then,one day,one beautiful morning
a demon covered with angel skin
promised her "heaven on earth"
He was handsome as a child
He showed her how to make love
His touch has this strange power
that erased all griefs and misfortunes
Under the depth blue of his eyes
happiness was a certitude
between the divine sweetness of his arms
love flourished her nights
She became a woman for the first time
and for his eternity
With time,the demon's demonic skin died
He closed up his heart
without concession
and...the treason was fatal
he left her
heart-nuded,against the sun,she was cold
Heart-broken
the rose has faded
regretfully,her being touched nothingness
warm-hearted
God welcomes a new angel
Tale of a dead flower
"A promiscuous girl
her eyes seem to lead men directly
to hell"
sang the old ladies of the town
Their perception of her was unlogical
She was as pure as
the white robe of virgin Mary
Then,one day,one beautiful morning
a demon covered with angel skin
promised her "heaven on earth"
He was handsome as a child
He showed her how to make love
His touch has this strange power
that erased all griefs and misfortunes
Under the depth blue of his eyes
happiness was a certitude
between the divine sweetness of his arms
love flourished her nights
She became a woman for the first time
and for his eternity
With time,the demon's demonic skin died
He closed up his heart
without concession
and...the treason was fatal
he left her
heart-nuded,against the sun,she was cold
Heart-broken
the rose has faded
regretfully,her being touched nothingness
warm-hearted
God welcomes a new angel