The beautiful visage
eyes dark as ebony,
innocent and large
How subtle her features seemed,
under the soft light they gleamed
Lips stained with a cherry tint,
I wonder how hard she had sinned.
A crimson river flowed down my body
Everything was blurry
Even her smile looked weary
But veneer with vanity.
The delicate hands held a knife
Because that was
her way of conquering my life.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
The beautiful visage
eyes dark as ebony,
innocent and large
How subtle her features seemed,
under the soft light they gleamed
Lips stained with a cherry tint,
I wonder how hard she had sinned.
A crimson river flowed down my body
Everything was blurry
Even her smile looked weary
But veneer with vanity.
The delicate hands held a knife
Because that was
her way of conquering my life.
