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This poem was just a description of pieces of scattered personalities making one woman. |
Death becomes you Life loves you Thought owns you Yet you still can’t make it through Beauty is your name & any man would be insane not to realize that much reigns true With eyes that sparkle like light of the mid night sky line Skin as rich & creamy as the finest caramel Hair like dark silk & a smile like the sun There is only one way to describe you, a gift from his only begotten son Mystery is your Middle name No one can tell what’s on your mind at any time Your secrets you keep lock in your bosom And men wait with baited breath to unlock those secrets The ice around your heart melt with a snap but also freeze back just like that Your glare kills & keeps the victim’s soul Who knows weather you fight for what’s right or what you know is wrong when you’re a little of every thing & every thing’s a little piece of you Lust is your last name It ridiculous how much of it effect the men around you & how the lust of the pen suits you & a lust for love drives you You control it & though many may know it they still can’t seem to resist you A daughter of both dark & light A warrior that must never give up the fight An dark angel of the light Will forever be strong even though Death becomes you Life loves you Thought owns you & you still can’t make it through |