She's picturesque.
Royalty at best.
Amazing silhouette,
Perfect chest.
She covers her flaws,
With make up and cloth
Beauty is her,
You're drawn like a moth.
Innocent eyes
Devilish smirk
The perfect disguise,
Always works
Jealousy from some,
Desire from the rest
You think she is perfect,
But she knows best
Dressing to kill,
She hides the bad curves
Picking the right fabric
She gives a twirl.
Her giggle is pure
Her chuckle is sex
She'll have you at the edge
Guessing what's next
Such a picture,
That nobody thinks
About the way she feels
Beneath her ink
She's insecure and lonely,
Wild at heart,
Trying to be homely
She has those thoughts
That professors study
A glint in her eye
Would make you worry
She thinks about death,
Darkness and decay
Drawing a stranger in
And then making them stay
She dreams about
The quiet in the night
The bloodless corpse
And the scars she'd design
Her beauty is stark
Her person dark
Don't let her all the way in,
She'll tear you apart
