Friday, July 10

Leila

Beautiful and confident
Heaven sent, hell bent
Starved of love and affection
Glutton for anyone's attention
The scent of her hair can make angels cry
She speaks and makes the scholars ask why
She sings the words to me
But she doesn't have her own melody
Decisive when going too fast a pace
Indecisive when right stares her in the face
She dances like candle light
She speaks like she's always right
She asks but doesn't want an answer
She won't work on now but wants forever
She'll fall in love and push you away
And she's not even done for today

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