I don’t normally write poems like these. It was just a challenge accepted to form positivity from negativity.
But, then she was.
She decided to step up.
He pleaded guilty of his sins.
She created her own reigns.
She one day planned to fly.
He tore apart her wings.
She moaned and groaned at these flings.
She startled in disgust.
He desired no more lust.
She blinded him on mistrust.
She was once an angel to him.
He created story beyond the stars so dim.
She reminded him of love of the past.
He faked her tears for every thing, but art.
He deleted feelings from his stake.
She could do nothing to save herself.
He could see nothing but a beast in himself.
He cared about nothing, except her smile.
She undesirably became a witch, at least.
He purposefully became at most, the beast.