Her

Her smile was forged in starlight,

But she had her fingers on my throat.

I wrote rose-scented love letters,

But my hands shook when I wrote. 

Her eyes captured celestial perfection,

But a silver dagger was pressed to my spine. 

Flirtations were given to men who would dare,

But a darkness had risen to say she was MINE.

Her honey-sweet laughter rings in the halls,

But her heart seeps a liquid so pallid and grey.

A fine-tuned liar built on broken homes,

But here in her soot-covered world I’ll stay.

Reviews

[Chris]

An intense draw... affect both men AND women.