Look at this charmer
She’s practically under my armor
Tearing holes in the mesh digging into my flesh
She buried her lies
And she’s cut off her ties
Those that bind her,
And those that are kinder.
The swirling twister—
That barely missed her
Is pulling me down
Like her frown:
A sorry thing to see
It makes me cry, it kills the glee
She’s all I want
It’s for her I hunt
But she’ll never take me
Not with all she can be…