Savory
song
No, I am not just
that sweet smile on a pretty face
Neither the calm
nor the kind
Rather
I am that angel
with a crooked halo.
I am the charm
that harms
I am the laze of Sunday
afternoon.
I am the gaze
that lets you dazed
I am that punch
that stuns
I am also the
words that strike
I am the bitter
in the bittersweet
I am the darkness
of the night
I am but who,
that I show you
And remember
I am not all
sweet but savory too.
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