Her eyes are daggers
Her words are traitors
Her body is sinful
Her lips are poison
Her hair is fire
Her voice is a sirens call
But I want her
I do not care how bad she is
I do not care how distant she may be
I don't care she will break me
I want her
She doesn't want me
My eyes are pain
My words are broken
My body is dying
My lips are quivering
My hair is burning out
My voice no longer sings
I thought I wouldn't care if she broke me
I thought she wanted me
She didn't
She broke me
And she smiles
She was my siren
I followed her I stole a kiss from her lips and she drowned me and I was satisfied for she was beautiful
She is my poison
She is my personal drug
She's bad for me and I know it but I crave more
I need her
I want her
She doesn't want me
She doesn't need me
I'll drown for a kiss from my beautiful siren.
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