She sells love

Ouahib Jalal
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Have you seen her, wandering at night ?
When angels shall hide their light,
When angels shall be asleep.
She was walking, with quite a secret to keep.

Her dress was as red as her cheeks,
While her beauty, in silence would reach peaks.
Her footsteps were like feathers on the sidewalk,
In the middle of the night, she wished it had been a sleepwalk.

Her heart is as big as her eyes, she has so much love to give.
In the night, the demons lie, that's how she chose to live.
Her body is desired, so love she chose to sell.
When darkness becomes too dense, to purity she says fairwell.

Her soul is pure though, her soul is clean.
But the dirt of this world got into her flesh.
She felt she had no choice, back when she was fifteen.
So the streets became her frame, there in Marrakesh.

She wanted to get rid of the filth in her life.
That’s when she realised she was too deep into nightlife.
That’s when she realised that with filth, there was money.
It was too late, she became a beautiful bee, with bitter honey.

Ouahib Jalal

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I write in both French and English. I'm a business student with quite a wandering mind. I daydream, but I happen to write down these roamings.

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