Angels with Filthy Souls.

(This poem is dedicated to those who have gotten into wrong relationships that tore their hearts apart. Initially, it was as if you’ve met the angel of your life but you never knew you were in the wrong hands. They come to reap from your beauty and blessings but they are not interested in the joy and peace you strongly need…………. – they are wolves in sheep clothing)

The beauty they portray is only for a terrible vice;
The smiles they bring is for a little while;
From their mouths flow sweet melodies,
While in their hearts grows several maladies;
Their happiness is only a disguise to please you;
They are not willing to wear the halo and fly through the sky for you;
They don’t even care if you fly;
Of course, they are only willing to make you cry;
They don’t care about the halo – for their hair, it will mess up;
They reap the rewards from the garden of love,
Made for only a sweet and virtuous soul;
Then they turn the whole heart to coal,
And eyes vomiting warm springs of sad tears;
In a harsh reality, your heart is left black and cold;
In reality, you become the sun that will never show;
Pretending to help you, they leave you off the right path;
They stare at your gasping and can’t hold your hand;
Neither can they hear the mournful voice of your tears.
As you are left in a world dead and black,
You look at the darkened sky to hear the thunder’s crack;
You’re filled with fears, yet they don’t hear the song you mournfully sing.
With flattery – like a vice, they clamp you like an object
They laugh, they smile, and they tell you they’re in love
Instead of being gracious, they violate to conciliate
They can make you miss the one you loved before
Their scheme – distraction;
Their contrivance – deception;
Their consummate – defilement;
Their destination – disgrace;
Your state aftermath – distress, destruction and death.
And when you lay broken on the ground,
They don’t even notice if you’re around.
If only you knew your angel is nothing but a fake;
If only they knew you needed to be safe;
If only they knew love is only what you craved;
If only you could understand they were not angels at all.

True love - O how rich and pure;
How strong and measureless;
It can for longtime endure.
‘Tis possessed and lavished in splendour;
From the unpolluted and perpetual heart to secure;
And emblazon the heart that needs peace and gleefulness.
But yet, there’s a light in the valley of death now for you;
A light that shines to make you a new;
Shining from the heart of an angel made for you;
And ready to give you a life that’s so true.
Look out and reach to that one wit a virtuous soul,
And let go from the angel with a filthy soul.