2011/12/05

Poison


She’s an ever present temptation
The source of a million aches
So easily can she wrap you around her finger
You can deny her nothing
Despite the destruction she leaves in her wake
With stars in her eyes
And the moon in her hair
She intoxicates you
Like a siren luring you to her lair
And happily you go
Perfectly willing to be her fool
Just to find yourself having to pay her price
Her love didn’t come free
Nothing that good does
So as fast as she came into your life
You soon discover just how easily she can disappear
And that beautiful perfect finger that you so happily curled yourself around
Turned out to be a talon equipped with poison to infect you in its wake