I’m completely convinced
That every girl I’ve ever fallen for
Has two distinct parts to her.
One part was a handwritten letter from God.
Curves from his most beautiful handwriting
So sweet you would swear
That He had honey in his pen.
A linguistic masterpiece
Of every style and genre
But every story was beautiful in its own way.
A symphony in syntax
With punctuations in all the right places
Crossed every T
But lost as soon as I got to their eyes
Signed with a:
ps. I hope you learn something from this about yourself
And the other half was an avid student
That never missed a chance to sit in the front
Of every class taught by Satan.
Knowing exactly what to do
To make me feel alive
Just to kill me a little bit on the inside later.
I swear all of their notes
Were written on the inside of their throats.
If that’s the case then the devil
Is one hell of a teacher
Because he always managed to teach me something too.