Part angel, Part devil
His beauty is like thy angels made,
From hell thy personality came,
His eyes are like crystal balls,
But hells voice calls,
His body thick and Strong,
But thy actions are all wrong,
His hair is like smooth paint,
But his words are not like thy saint,
With lips thy tasty treat,
Thy females he shall beat,
His hands thy welcome,
but his hands are dark some,
Smile thats makes me cry,
But all thy is a lie,
Beauty from thy angels,
And personality from thy devils.
This poem was written by Meliican <33 on Jan 19, 2008.
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This is another great peom. I would change one this, not to offend or anything, if I may.
When you write "But his words are not like thy saint" try this, "But his words are unlike thy saint."