Even Devils are Beautiful
Astonishment burns through the guard that constantly tries to cloak this feeling of unexplainable feeling.
Nothing like I've ever felt before I wanna let it take control. Yet, my soul act like a eagle and wants nothing but, to take to the skyline. My heart beats freedom and independence. But, stuck here looking into what seems to be the light of heaven with such word jumbling appearance. Is the twinkle of a girls eye as I walk by her seductive fragrance. This discloses the blush ferreted between my skin and emotions. I notice I'm letting down my guard down. I throw it back up instantly.
Knowing that even devils can be beautiful...
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