Anger, the seductress
Lips as red as sin
A swirl of flames fall to her shoulders
In curls of scarlet ribbons
Envy, with her scowls
And eyes of darkest green
Insecure in her olive skin
Ever the angsty teen
Fear, the wallflower
Mousy and so pale
Delicate hands atremble
Half-hidden under her veil.
Joy, her golden locks,
Dripping into her eyes
A daisy twirling in the meadow
Full of sunshine and surprise.
Melancholy, with her lovers
Countless as the stars
An enchantress leaving behind her
A trail of broken hearts.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC
Anger, the seductress
Lips as red as sin
A swirl of flames fall to her shoulders
In curls of scarlet ribbons
Envy, with her scowls
And eyes of darkest green
Insecure in her olive skin
Ever the angsty teen
Fear, the wallflower
Mousy and so pale
Delicate hands atremble
Half-hidden under her veil.
Joy, her golden locks,
Dripping into her eyes
A daisy twirling in the meadow
Full of sunshine and surprise.
Melancholy, with her lovers
Countless as the stars
An enchantress leaving behind her
A trail of broken hearts.
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