she had the face of an angel
but her smile belong to the devil
she pulled innocent people into her trap
from where they stood there was no way out.
she wore red lipstick
and sipped on sweet tea.
from the white sundresses
and the pink flip flops
you would never of know
that she was mean
that her heart was ice
and secrets where behind her blue eyes.
she went to church
she sang in the choir
but that didn't mean she believed
she had a cover to keep up.
good little girl on sunday
but her true self was out the rest of the days.
i never understood how people who
didn't see the real her
the monster in the white sundresses
and the monster with gave soft kisses
she had the face of an angel
but her smile belonged to the devil
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