By Nurdina
The enchantress has taken my life,
As no one have ever worn me,
How the beauty kills with knife,
Either directly or indirectly.
The heart stopped beating,
From the moment my eyes laid,
On cherry femme fatale garments,
Portraying a siren on land.
Promises after promises,
Sweet promises engulfing venom,
Banning bane from naked ears,
Dragging legs into hellsome.
The heart stopped beating,
As I thought when my eyes laid,
Yet it wasn’t the beauty doing,
But instead the poisoned blade.
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