I call you an angel
dropped within a mirage
blunt knives
coated in bread and honey
You are light
sunshine on desserts
and a flower easily picked.
In the inter-looping times
in intermittent instances
You proved me wrong
when I thought
You are a warrior
winning on a battle
without any suit.
You are a closed door
who fights without a brawl
creeping needles
instead of swords
You rush without an armor
expert at the magic of deceit.
i'd call you a succubus
with a torn heart,
wishing for the world
to see you as a sun.
17-10-2013
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