We all have a dame like this in our past.
You know the kind.
The one that stole your heart…
Then, later, ripped it right out of your chest.
The face of an angel,
And the devil horns on top to prove it.
When you look into those eyes, you see heaven.
Hard to say how or when things went so bad.
And the answers ain’t at the bottom of a bottle, either.
It was brilliant when you met her.
Then that brilliance shattered.
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