Her Beauty Is The Look Of My Death Poem by J Knight

Her Beauty Is The Look Of My Death



Baby I love you with those eyes all lit up, eating away at me to express myself/
Your beauty is my death; your eyes, feeding off sunlight/
I just can’t think,
With those glistening eyes all lit up, eating away at me to say I love you.

(Her beauty Is the Look of my death/
Her eyes, the color of the wood that is my casket)

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J Knight

J Knight

Watertown, N.Y.
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