The Magnets

This poem was created using only those little word magnets. So don't really blame me for it being a piece of crap!
(and yes, I do have a selfesteem problem)

His cold and broken hearted soul,
Robbed.

Bleed the liquid of desire,
Crimson.

Delicious angel,
Ferocious.

Fresh, lively,
Wild rhythm.

Surrounded by color
From above.