Fox

by juliet   Oct 25, 2011


Her eyes are green with hidden rage
She speaks of whispers of darkness into our minds
She enjoys the taste of bitter tears
And adores the smell of burnt popcorn
She moves like a shadow thief

Her heart is made of sheer granite
She sips her wine like a true lady
Her voice speaks so sly
Gloom swirls within her soul
She breaks every heart

Life is just a simple game to her
Nothing is worth having
Soon she shall find her true other half
And break his heart

Like all the others

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