She had the face of an angel
I saw mirrors in her eyes
We were the same in aspect
But different in our lies*
For someone corrupted so deeply
Soul tainted by potent ties
I was surprised she choose me
To befriend before she dies
I was the sin simulacrum
She with grace apprised
Upon that hour of recall
I look to the evening skies
Every night proves wretched
My mind continues to reprise
And what of more to
When memory leaves me cry?
I knew what I hated
And hence, my heart incised
I was hers for eternity
…But she wasn’t mine
I saw mirrors in her eyes
We were the same in aspect
But different in our lies*
For someone corrupted so deeply
Soul tainted by potent ties
I was surprised she choose me
To befriend before she dies
I was the sin simulacrum
She with grace apprised
Upon that hour of recall
I look to the evening skies
Every night proves wretched
My mind continues to reprise
And what of more to
When memory leaves me cry?
I knew what I hated
And hence, my heart incised
I was hers for eternity
…But she wasn’t mine

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