It happend in the afternoon of a hot day
Mysteriously hot in a late september
What was her name i cannot say
But her face - oh that i remember
We haven't said a word
Merly few seconds it took
But briefly i was in a different world
When we shared a look
Blood red lips
Rageing against pale white skin
Dressed for elegant apocalypse
Embodiment of the sweetness of a sin
Greatest weapons of hers were her eyes
Black like poet's soul and contagious like a flu
In them i've seen the moment when angle dies
That kind of eternal night some people are born into
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Author:
//Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
'Blood red lips
Raging against pale white skin
Dressed for elegant apocalypse
Embodiment of the sweetness of a sin
Greatest weapons of hers were her eyes'..
now this is what I call poetically worded
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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