Her

Just a simple descriptive poem :)

Her lips were rose,

Her cheeks were rouge.

Her eyes were inked,

Across the lid.

Her soul burnt bright,

And her eyes, they shone.

Like a glimmer of hope,

In the darkness of life.

Her laugh was a melody,

Her tears, they were wrong.

Her thoughts, pure enchantment,

And her moral was strong.

Not angel nor demon,

Neither friend nor my foe.

But a beauty of roses,

That drew blood with a thorn.

I say that I knew her,

And people, they stare.

For her beauty and charm,

Could bloom a flower in hell.

I will never forget,

Nor will I defect,

The love and the kind,

That still possess her in death.

Author's Note

Just something simple I came up with!