Kisses that taste like falling
Oh god, just look at him.
look at him, marvel in his purity,
gaze upon perfection, glossy-eyed, curly-haired perfection.
This boy isn't from around here,
he's sweet and kind, soft and cheery: like joy personified
His skin is glass, his eyes bright, his hair lit up by his blessing
This is the face of a seraphim, a beautiful creature of purity,
like a dream but a miracle, he is supernatural,
his back: adorned with feathers and gold
his hair: soft and glittery
he is beautiful, he is pure, he is perfection
He stands, oblivious to the world,
naivety, peaceful,perfection,
he sits, regal and royal yet he is humble,
he sees no one as inferior but himself,
he loves all, forgives all and lights up the world
Oh god, just look at him.
look at him, marvel in his beauty,
gaze upon the prince of heaven, the sweet,sensitive angel,
an etherial being we have been blessed with,
and he's mine. Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to love, to spoil, to keep.
The sun is nothing, compared to the light in his eyes,
the melodicity of his voice, the true joy in his laugh.
People tell me that Demons belong in hell, not with Angels:
I'll gladly go to hell, knowing that i have held heaven,
in my own hands...
Copyright © Scar Dadley | Year Posted 2025
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