Angelic voice, she's the sunrise,
Because no one ever deems it unwise
To stare at her for far too long
As if there was nothing wrong.
Angelic voice, she's the sunset
Everyone's adored since they first met
- though impolite, though harsh and cold,
To her everyone's heart's been sold.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
