The Second Memoir Of An Imperfect Angel...

Her eyes were 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 end,
The choice will not be me…

Author's Note

Old poem. The second part to the First Memoir. It's about the same girl, only from the point of view of a different man hopelessly in love with her.

Reviews

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I can see that you are going through a tough time because your work is so sad. Did you get our heartbroken? If you did, sorry to hear that. But, you do express your thoughts so well that it made me sad to read about the choice. Much blessings, N.

[T. Edana Talbott]

Thank you so much for reading and for your concern. I would not say that I have ever been heart-broken. But I do suffer from depression as well as a neurological disease that greatly affect my mind. I use writing as a way to cope, and my pieces just tend to come out a bit sad. Thank you again, N.

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It is so brave of you to put yourself out there. I commend you. I am glad this helps you cope but it also teaches us here in the world to be more empathetic. It is ok if they are sad, I love them and I will consume them. N.

[T. Edana Talbott]

Thank you so much for your kindness and compassion, N.