His Beauty Is Cruelty Poem by Rayana King

His beauty is cruelty,
he awakens me as the morning sun,
he decieves me like cupid's love.
If only he knew the scars he's left me with.

My breath's are lifless,
he has drained every essence of my being.
I humbly wish to quit seeing,
For vesion leaves memories and if I do
not have memories I won't see him no longer.

Time makes me irrelevant to him and so
does he to me.I find a new love to day dream
of, but still time won't remove what I feel.
One love will always hold me against my will