She wore darkness and light in equal parts, half angel,
half hell, she’d seen the abyss and now talked too loud,
yet she whispered his name, right into his ear.
She offered her heart and her pretty words –
which she never truly knew,
until written in ink:
She was just a girl, she began, just a girl who fell
for a boy, just as hard as Lucifer ever
fell from the sky, and she would follow him above
or below, wherever he went,
she would provide loving warmth,
or send quick chills with a kiss.