Angels can’t always be perfect
They can’t always be bright
Sometimes they’re not in it for eternity
They’re just in it for the night.
A night full of booze and beer
Whiskey and shots.
Their eyes shine as they have their naughty fun.
Sapphires, peridots, fire agates, and black diamonds
All filling a room that reeks of cheap alcohol.
They stumble out into the streets
At one AM, they laugh out loud
They’re night of fun has only begun.
They care not what they do with themselves
Drink and fly and party till daylight come.
Take all the risks they like, they don’t fear death.
Besides, where are they going to go when they die?
Back to heaven, of course, to continue their party unceasing.
Then when the sun’s shining rays break the sweet dark night,
It’s back to heaven they go
To drudge through the day with a killer hangover
Till the next night.
But then again, it’s always night somewhere in the world.
Author notes
You can't honestly expect angels to be perfect all the time, can you?
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This angel smiled when she read it
love it
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LOL, this is great! Exactly how I pictured it. I wonder how many angels smiled when they read this?
Good luck with the contest and thank you for entering.
Love,
Amera ♥
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Angels can’t always be perfect
They can’t always be bright
Sometimes they’re not in it for eternity
They’re just in it for the night.
that was cute, haha..
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