Pretty Little Things

[ISawASpaceship]

She said she’s higher than she’s ever been;
I put her in the clouds. 
Was it love or all the drugs?
Still trying to figure it all out. (This might sound better as "I'm still trying to figure it out." The flow is a little bit off. It's still good, just a smidgen off)
I used to think she was an angel, 
but looking at it now
even the devil got his start
as a helper to the crown. 
There might’ve been some signs 
that she wasn’t who she seemed
but I think we’ve all been blinded 
by pretty little things.

A poem that gives insight into how the writer is feeling but also lacks insight into the other person's feelings. As a reader, I tend to think that the critique of the woman's character might not be fair, as we are all human and we all do both good and bad things and we are human.