She's a devil and an angel
Fire and Grace in turmoil inside of her head
Stuck in a constant in-between of wrong and right
She doesn't know if she wants to burn or if she wants to fly
What can possibly tip the scale?
Bad and good, which part of her does she choose?
Maybe she needs both, the sin and the purity
One to take her hand through the flames
One to, through it all, keep her sane
Because the good and the bad, they go hand in hand
Neither can live without the other
She can't live without them either
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
