The Second Memoir Of An Imperfect Angel...

 

Her eyes as dark as coal,

But her heart glittered a blinding light.

 

She hardly cried,

And her tongue spat no lies.

 

So sweet yet, often mean,

She’d toy with he and I.

 

Now who she’ll love I do not know,

Who she’ll choose, I can’t bear to see,

For I know that, in the bitter end,

The choice will not be me...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER: I wrote this many years ago...