Loving A Figment Of My Imagination Poem by RJP Patterson

An angel
That's not the only word that describes her,
Just the one I like the most.
A demon,
A vivacious beauty
with a riveting vocabulary,
A strange thing to mention,
I know.
But nevertheless,
true.
A lover,
though she won't admit it.
Beautiful,
But she doesn't know.
She's dangerous,
That much is true.
I play with fire
Every time I touch her,
But I do love the feeling
I get
Right before I get Burned,
And burned I get.