Falling down,
where did she come from?
Her essence so dark and lovely,
her name carved upon her arm,
In rose colored doodles,
and it says so beautifully,
rolling on the tong.
when she awakens is when the trouble will come...
she opens her eyes,
stares out in front with her grayish black eyes,
and she speaks in tongs,
She is the sleeping death,
Sleeping goddess,
But I just call her sleeping beauty.
She is the damned,
lost and unlucky angel
sent falling from above
even with the heavenly tears,
streaming down her lilly white cheeks
you can still sense the fairness and beauty from above
She is the sleeping death,
The sleeping goddess,
But I just call her sleeping beauty…
Comments
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Awesome...I love this. Great write
~lae
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