Lie another day,
hush your crafty tasty lips.
Lower your prying luring eyes,
easy men will lose focus.
Cat-walking all the way,
she’s attracted to the fire.
Driven by drama,
you will find her in high places
encircled by crawling serpents.
Forever she feels alone,
so she gives an ear to everyone.
Yet she never gave herself attention,
her ambition begot desperation.
Beauty feigns composure,
and confusion is her make-up.
Today, she’s young & wild.
Tomorrow, she’s out of time.
At the dead of the night,
she brings life to the party.
When it dawns,
her life is in shambles.
She feels empty,
though she does it all.
She’ll seek forever,
yet, love once waited on her.
She walks with high shoulders
even if burdened by her antics.
Her soul belongs to the streets,
but her heart is made of gold.
From the fire, she rose,
but she remains a smoke.
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