Poisonious Love
His crooked, smile of an angel.
She, slowly drawn in.
Not as a lover,
but only as a friend.
Two lonely souls
cross in the night.
One, made to love.
The other made to fight.
His life was a blur.
She was born to sin.
A team of pure destruction,
a night without end.
Copyright © Tracee Dear | Year Posted 2016
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