By Arcassin Burnham

Physically, metaphorically, and emotionally,
You capture me,
Miss Darla,
My friends use to call you starla,
Cause you did shine,
Didn't waste any time,
I pity the next fool that hurts you,
Desperate for your love,
Black roses in the rivers is what your thinking of,
Oh I see,
I flow potent,
To keep the Demons from sneaking into the gate,
As beautiful as you are,
Never cared about the warm embrace of death,
Running your mouth,
When your drunk,
When your friends take you out,
Subsequently induced to your alcoholic lips on my skin,
Light side when your sober but dark side when you sin,
I still love you Darla,
You know that,
I hope you do,
Let the angels carry you,
And see that things are not totally true.