Her personality reflected innocence, her face reflected beauty. Her mouth shaped perfectly but her tongue, sour and lemony.
Her physical appearance, happy and bold but her heart, dark and stoned cold.
Her mind was congested with evil, - She hid that discreetly...
For no one could see, what I could see, 'A beautiful woman with an ugly personality.'
The local men called her hot, and didn't bother paying attention to the remaining ladies that call her a thot. - They weren't jealous, they spoke the truth, "This woman is like a blood eating wolf. "
She would observe her prey, for a maximum of 5 days, then pounce on them when they were weak in vein.
Her lipstick remained red, never to be changed.
Her outfit black like she'd just mourned those in the grave.
Her personality reflected innocence, her face reflected beauty.
For she had 'Sweet Lips', but they were 'Poisioned With Venom'.
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Poetry & Skits
PoesíaA Collection of some of my beloved skits and poems. Enjoy © Naomi
