Devil Or Angel
She was an angel sent from heaven; or a demon straight from hell;
She was everything that I should learn, so in heaven I’d do well.
She made me laugh about myself, as I practiced ringing bells;
But somehow she expected that, and everyone she’d tell.
She said I was contagious, she was a lotion for a rash;
But then she stepped all over me, as if I were some trash.
We tussled at the pits of hell, we huddled in the clouds;
We told ourselves that it was love, but we hid beneath a shroud
Walking down the avenue; it’s obvious I was proud;
Yet often I would notice her, looking to the crowd.
She was everything I needed but she was nothing that I want;
I think she’s out there on a broom; on a witches haunt.
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