Poem 3

A Poem by Tatiana

He speaks to the light in me,

Pure and true.

The darkness that temps

His fate. Twisted and cold.

A balance of nature brings the world

To its knees.

My wings black as midnight,

His a star lit night.

Feathers soft as velvet.

Mine as Corse as hells night.

Our beauty painful. Body

As sweet as deaths kiss.

The sky our never ending

Blanket. Where shell we

End tonight?

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Added on April 8, 2014
Last Updated on April 8, 2014

I'm not really good at writing these soooooo... hi more..

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