Exiting the stage right and never returning
His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!
We're on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches
Heavens been destroyed
And ode straight from the pits of hell
I'm begetting rhymes
He can be exceptionally cruel
A battle between depression and unrequited love
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
Slaves any way you cut it...
Cheer up y'all, I love writing rhyme. But good girls always come last. 😎
Micropoem + angelic digiart