The eyes of a saint,
beauty beyond recognition.
Love like signs of pain
burnt into the grave.
A sin to be had, a kiss
to forget.
An age of grotesque.
Blinded by ignorance,
this is the dawn of time.
Behind your crimson eyes,
lies the angel of words.
Aww cute little poem but quite sad =[
i think you should cary this on
this would be an amazing start to anoter bit ofpoetry
anyways 5/5
stay strong and keep up the good work
lovelove
Alice
xxxxx
