The Fault In Our Tardis |A Doctor Who Fanfiction|

I see the cunning

in your eyes

your deceptive nature-

you can’t disguise

Your sharp and clever,

plotting mind

you can’t help-

but I won’t be blind

If I chose to dance,

this dance with you

I know my best interests-

are not in your view

You calculate

my every move

hone your skills

oh– you are very smooth!

Go on about your way

you foxy little devil

Watch out with the smile-

that dangerous smile.

-Dr.John Smith