UntitledA Poem by Lissy
I warm my hands under the early, mid morning hours
the sun paints me the same always a dark silhouette i wonder what I would have to do to convince her I am worthy of her likeness then think better of it...Madness, you know I'm like the archangel Lucifer threatening to overthrow the Lord with simple dreams of grandeur... She'd burn me alive. © 2011 Lissy |
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Added on October 22, 2011 Last Updated on October 22, 2011 Author
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