Jagged Edges
by Michael Doyle

Her jagged edges blur into curves.
The way she moves is smooth to my nerves.
I like the way I find that her flow hits me.
She’s a beautiful disaster that maybe gets me.

She says every scar has its story.
Every ride and die burnt out in glory.
Crash and burn choices her own way.
I want her contentment in our days.

This girl, she’s a woman on fire.
Her heart’s a puzzle of desire.
Every scratch has her own meaning.
The imperfection of being a human being.

She’s the kind who won’t put up with neglect.
She is right in demanding her respect.
Those eyes are deeper than my soul.
One kiss and I know that I’ll lose control.

She starts a new chapter with every page.
The pen she writes with I love and rage.
The trick is to keep the plot plausible
With love like hers, it has to be possible.

This girl, she’s a woman on fire.
Her heart’s a puzzle of desire.
Every scratch has her own meaning.
The imperfection of being a human being.

She’s easy to love, that’s easy to see.
I wish she would come on and take her chance with me.
It takes a lot of darkness to find the light.
But when I hold her close it feels so right.

My heart keeps beating as I long,
There’s a lot of meaning in this song.
Is it the spell that I’m under,
That makes my heartbeat crash like thunder.

(c) January 29, 2026 Michael Doyle
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