Malice

A capacity for malice and heart of gold.
A juxtaposition so I’m told,
but when she forces him to fold,
you’ll know just what I mean.

Holding many a conflicting face,
it’s something pure but also base,
a bitter draught in any case,
that tastes of what I mean.

It wasn’t always this way.
A shattered heart led her astray
‘and it was mended wrong’ she’ll say,
‘Do you know what I mean?’.

So she did what she swore she never would,
that before she knew she never could,
so far away from the things she stood,
that forced her to be mean.