The First Memoir Of An Imperfect Angel...
The First Memoir Of An Imperfect Angel...
Her hair, as black as night,
And soft as silk…
Her voice, smooth and quiet,
Could make your heart flutter…
Just a peek, a sudden glance,
You’d melt like butter…
She pretended to love so well,
If she ever was in-love…
No one could really tell…
She was to him an angel,
Just not so perfect,
But quite the mixture of Heaven and Hell...
DISCLAIMER: I wrote this many years ago..
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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