"Swear"
Candy apple red,
She said
She put in that time
And she does look fine.
Her hair twirls in the air
As her face so fair
Contorts and smiles.
Can this girl truly sing
As beautifully as an angel's wing?
Surely not:
The angel's wing is rot,
For her voice is everything dear
And around her, nothing I fear.
And yet, here it is.
This feeling, I worry,
And more and more in fury
I am angry at myself, not her,
But these feelings there are, were
All because of me, she is not alone
Which I tell her, but it seems my tone
Is not as believing as I wish.
~jeanette
She said
She put in that time
And she does look fine.
Her hair twirls in the air
As her face so fair
Contorts and smiles.
Can this girl truly sing
As beautifully as an angel's wing?
Surely not:
The angel's wing is rot,
For her voice is everything dear
And around her, nothing I fear.
And yet, here it is.
This feeling, I worry,
And more and more in fury
I am angry at myself, not her,
But these feelings there are, were
All because of me, she is not alone
Which I tell her, but it seems my tone
Is not as believing as I wish.
~jeanette