He was a hellfire
Sitting in the church pews
He was the devil
Blending in among the saints with white souls
He was the scarlet rose
In between white periwinkles and dandelions
His thorns were safely enshrouded
He had a smile on his face
But his eyes held back such a fury
It could put the coldest wars to
s h a m e
THE DEVIL SHE FOUND IN THE CHURCH
felicity wren
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Insomnia
Poetry"You let your lover's venom be your blood. And after your infatuation is over, all you are is a cold, lifeless body bleeding poetry into the broken frames of your heart." All rights reserved. @NefariousOrphics 2017
