She had the warmest hands I have ever touched,
But her heart was as cold as ice.
Her soft, sensuous lips only knew to form venomous words.
Her eyes had the most beautiful shade of blue,
However, they were the most emotionless and dull eyes I had ever seen.
Her small heart shaped face was flawless and smooth,
Yet it could contort into the most vile shapes.
She was a wonderful work of art, a masterpiece indeed,
But, so torn apart she was, mostly at the edges.
It was quite a heartbreaking sight,
To see her delicate body covered in a pool of crimson.
And as her lover,
There was only so much I could take before I snuffed out her flame.
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PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
