As charming she seems,The more devilish is she. No one dare speak of her devilishness, Because she is protected by a thick blanket Which attacks whenever alarmed. Her presence obscurs the happy spring and youth Spreading a misery that cannot soothe or heal. Her voice scares those of a nightingale, As like spreading news of death. Angels fear to tread where she rushes in. At first glance, she seems attractive, but the more closer you get, you will get to see the faults,
She doesn't really resort to violence
but her glare makes you to tremble.
Her devilishness cannot be expressed until witnessed.
Tara on 28 January, 2021
Me. Except I do resort to violence, just not that often. Thank you for writing a poem that lets me see me properly. No sarcasm. Man, I am scary.
Reihaneh on 30 May, 2020
Ella I. on 10 March, 2018
Livi, Dragon Rider on 3 June, 2016Amazing.....you should be a poet! (You are exceedingly skilled!) Livi S. Kaylan
Alicia on 12 November, 2013That is really good. I love it!