Alyssa Lynn Poems

The Angel White and the Devil Red in my brain are having some issues; they’re fighting over what’s best for me again. You’d think by now they would give up on this game and instead maybe play monopoly? But no where’s the fun in that, where’s the conflict the danger?

Like pros and cons, waiting for me to decide what would should, has to be done. This war, I watch as if I am merely the narrator, I watch arrows fly yet not one from cupid, for there is no heart but flames. Yes a flaming arrow, while the angel sings sweet love songs, oh no the arrow it’s pierced her vocal chords.
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