He Is He Poem by Bella Ravenstar
He Is He
His skin is paler than winter snow
He looks as though he is a ghost
He dresses as an undertaker
All in long black
His eyes spell despair
His face carved like flawless perfection
His body fragily built
Many people flee
His walk pequilar
His scent I crave
He is my obsession
My infatuation
My deepest desire
He is so dangerous
And I am rebellious
Someday
I hope
He'll love me
He is he
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