Angel of the Odd
Angel of the odd
Made my face savaging in
mud
Water of happiness
gushed from broken
gourd
Love is giveth,hate then
defy God
With Angel Of The Odd
I sit on a cursed love
Emotional spanks finding
no end
Prospecting a white
where all is black
Selfishness she claimed of
me
With a reason of
unbattered love...
shouldn't I be?
She pays wit bruises
deeper than that of flesh
Punches that ache thy
heart
Class in synergy wit
beauty
One wit features of multi
A reason to blind for d
oddness
And appreciate d being
of dis goddess
Angel Of The Odd
Bless me with love
A revenge with
love,honesty and care
already in place
Man is his word
Mouth wears no glove
More dan 365days i set d
pace
Oh! kneels re weary
Eyes are swampy
Legs re shaking
Head is aching
Body is withered
Throat is arid
Only kisses can make it
watered
But thy HEART still beats
for u
Angel Of The Odd
Even with d death of thy
body
My love remains for u and
nobody
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