She
she dances naked in warm spring air
sets fire to flowers in bloom
with roses braided in her hair
her beauty could silence a crowded room
the angels sing a song she wrote
the devil wishes she was his own
a locket i gave decorates her throat
a necklace she made decorates my own
one cold day she left me there
i couldnt keep her happy you see
she left me the roses from her hair
i watched love wilt in front of me
Copyright © Dillon Lewis | Year Posted 2012
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