Listen to his heels
Can you hear hooves of the devil?
Can you see the smile of a star
The way it shines so bright
Can you see the pearls strangling him
So delicately
Can you see the way his eyes watch?
Can you you see the way he holds himself like some 17th century royal
Can you see the way hes so oddly put together?
Like a Lincoln full of rust?
He's beautiful but in a strange way
Can't you see?
He's more akined to imagination over reality that much is obvious
The way he so painfully shows off his canines pretending they're true fangs
Pretending he can bite through flesh so delicately
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Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2
PoetryA whole bunch of my poems since like 2021 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering yes I did copy and paste the description from rose thorns but changed the year (Quick thingy the series migh...
