DianaA Poem by SWANNIn
my mind the sky runs high, Poetry-
my time to shine.
Sickening
thoughts, beautiful smile. Kill
me tender, as my life is a lie.
My
thoughts come from demons, who breathe in my mouth, From
sculptures of saints, who bless and surround.
I
know what a myth can do to my mind. Diana,
my love, let me breath, le me die.
Careless
and so naïve, Oh
you have destroyed my soul.
Masterpiece
of your own dream. Oh,
heavens soul, oh please, die strong.
Forgetful
and regarding of my own beautiful mess…. There,
take this sweetie. Pretend it’s my address.
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