Darling how did you turn darkness from light
how did you frown from a face shined bright
how did you corrupt the order of your way
for something that screams it does not pay
why do you hunt meat the souls of men
for your charms I write this poem.
To a fallen angel loud and clear
turn up the base of love, I wanna hear.
To Delilah, dont you pray
sight hypnotizing, pleasing to my ear.
To a singer, where are you from?
Nobody makes music quite like your songs
To a broken chord, teach me how to play
how to write, how to dance,-creatively.
To a ancient tune your sound is so unique
a mystery, a fantasy, is what you speak.
To a prodigal child, you're good at what you do
Im tired of pretense, should I follow you?
To a dancer, you're very highly intense
your light shines down your eternal sentence.
To my lady you're not so good for me,
you composed the beat but I wrote the poetry!
To red roses what is your name?
Im not yet a fan, but I've smelt of your fame.
Mythical_Poet- copyrighted
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