Her weapon of choice is that white smile
Silenced your prey with a grin, points for style
The way she moves in her red dress
Made from the fabric of the red flags, I'm impressed.
Hide your intentions of going fast but hold off the ignition.
Dancing with the devil when you stole his Prada
Your smile or your laugh I want nada
Wolf in sheep's clothing, or a snake under a bin
You create a breeding ground for sin.
Yet you have a lure to you under that silk
My dreams, money, or tears you try to milk
Yet something so beautiful from your composure
You're an upbeat song that has no closure
No flaw on your face not even the nasal
Eyes burning inferno in a sea of hazel
Warm like the sun but cold like the moon
Could you even be fair for one afternoon?
You light the room, yet you rally the dark
Dating you is walking into a room full of explosives and lighting a spark
You'd be a blast, but it will pass, for nothing like you surely last
So I'll admire you from afar, a withered rose gazing at a shining star
Live your life and gaze upon the beds you sow
The skeletons in your closet lined up in a neat row
See how far your delusion runs, while your dreams walk
Drop the act and maybe we can talk
But for now, raise hell and burn asunder
May your demons not drag you too far under.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
