"dancing around
on her tip toes,
twirling and gaining
speed as she circled
the room:
she looked at me
with those big eyes,
whilst she danced.
they were innocent and pure –
but she certainly wasn't.
she's a killer
didn't you know.
she weaves through
people like snow.
she has your heart
in her deathly, tiny hands.
and will crush it
without a second glance.
she doesn't care
what you have to say,
she'll just look at you
with dismay.
she's done it before
and will do it again.
you need to be careful
if you approach her,
or you'll be trapped
in her poisonous posters.
she has me wrapped
around her little finger.
but i don't mind
if her heart is
made from glass.
her beauty and love
is all i needed.
she can kill me
for all i care,
because it's only fair."
date: 15th june, 2017
time: 01:06 a.m.
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