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...