Friday, October 15, 2010

The Good Girl

He makes me want to paint everything black and white,
cause his mind is so dark, and I'm his light.
One cannot exist without the other one,
together we contrast like the moon and the sun.

It seems my angel is evil in disguise,
he might just lead me to my own demise.
I have always been reserved and shy,
but he lit up all my senses; now I can fly.