If the devil answered prayers,
he would definitely want to make this happen.
Nightmares are dreams to some,
we would both be the sweetest tragedy.
I can see the fire in your eyes, ready to be set ablaze.
You and I would have Heaven and Hell in collision.
Our story would be like having all sinners in Heaven,
while the saints dine in Hell.
Why wouldn’t the devil want this?
This sweet tragedy will never happen.
I can’t say I’m falling in love, I don’t know what love is.
I’m drowning in this undefined spirituality.
Your description would be every figure of speech put together.
You start where the ocean stops.
The sun envies your awakening.
Albert Einstein would’ve had problems solving your mystery.
William Shakespeare would’ve had problems expressing your beauty.
The Pope would’ve issues preaching your spirituality.
You’re a Saint, I wonder how God would judge this perfection.
Why wouldn’t I want you?
You make everything blurry, I only see you.
But you’d never see me or yourself the way I do.
You’d settle for less, “the most hurtful tragedy I can imagine”.
From: A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT
By Omale Rex