Tormented Soul Thy smile, Heavenly angel, Among the spirits beneath, Ambitions brim to grasp, Flower disperse betrayal fragrance, And intoxicate with fake love. Poor soul, Tormented inwardly, Couldn't obtain thy odour, Repent, recalling high thought, Deadly wound painning violently, Deep malice caused sad soul. #sadsoul #lovepoem #sheangel #tormentedsoul
