Sweet & Sour

The Angel on My Shoulder

The angel on my left shoulder has lost her morality.

Her wings are brittle, her halo broken. She sits quietly,

With tears staining her once-white gown.

She has forgotten why virtue matters at all.

The war against temptation had been raging for so long,

That the angel could no longer recall why she fights Wrong

The battle cannot be won. Even success doesn't bring pleasure.

Only a dance with the devil acts as temporary leisure,

A transient moment that soon ruptures in flames

Causing burns that will forever leave her suffering in shame

But evil often masquerades as an innocent indulgence.

Your patient soul; your kind demeanour, won my alliance

Your passion for life, your intense nature beguiled me

Was it the way you played the piano that made me dream,

Or your charming voice that serenaded me.

The strength of your body nurtured feelings of lust

While the wisdom of your mind caused my soul to combust

How wrong it was for the angel to dance with you,

Yet how much worse it felt for her to leave.

The guilt separated her from you; a treacherous bridge

That cannot be crossed. That left you both broken and lost.

The angel on my left shoulder decided to move to my right.

But she only stares into open space, reminiscing on what once was.

Remembering how you showed her the futility of morality.

Remembering your sweet voice that poisoned her corrupted soul.

But most of all, wishing she could dance with you once more.