They say “Heaven knows,”
But Hell knows better.
She’s feisty. Head strong.
A real go-getter.
Short-tempered, granted,
But she can handle the heat.
So when Heaven argues back,
He’s ready for defeat.
But it’s fine — no it is,
Because they don’t often fight.
Heaven’s a day boy,
Hell lives for the night.
Until the sunset arrives,
The intersection of each.
On the cusp of the horizon,
They’re both within reach.
You’ll find them in twilight,
Hell’s lips on Heaven’s jaw.
His white’s become stained,
His halo flung to the floor.
And Hell, she gets softer,
Fire now a flickering glow.
They’re in love at this hour,
Heaven knows how it’ll go.
About the Creator
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I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
They say “Heaven knows,” But Hell knows better.- oh yeah...
This is beautiful. Well done.
I want to hear this set to music!
Blending spirituality with relationships & romance. Beautifully told.
Fantastic!!!