The delicate hands and the strong eyes.
The eyes tell stories you can't even imagine,
And the hands, oh, the hands,
Have ripped souls apart.
The shaken voice and the strong words.
The voice can make you melt,
And the words cut deeper than a knife.
She'll watch you bleed out,
Begging her to help,
She'll smirk, shoot you twice,
And walk away.
'Cause darling, she's a queen,
And you messed with her kingdom.
No matter how hard you try,
To bring her down,
She's gonna rise from the ashes,
'Cause she has done it before.
But if you truly mean something to her,
She'll hold you in her arms, safely tucked.
She'll set fire to the whole world,
But will never let a flame touch you.
Because that's how she is,
She loves hard,
And she hates strong.
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Hello. Goodbye. (Poems)
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