improved poem i wrote a while back <3

she walks up the stairs

holding my hand

and there she goes

disappearing through the tall wooden door

we step into the church

she chatters my ears off

so deaf i shall be

in the sunlight her hair glows

like a halo, like a crown

i prostrate myself to her everyday

her name is my prayer

which i am fervent to say

never have i been so devout before

she tells me a joke in cursive

i respond with words of death

and yet, she beams

the angels in heaven weep at the sight

shes too divine; i’m too rotten

i’ll get hurt if i stand so near

yet i dance in her flames

and revel in the burn

she is my sinless death

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