Nerve endings & chemistry, let them get the best of me.
Careful what you wish for- the Good Witch? Virgin Whore?
“Gaze deep in my eyes,” says the spider to the fly.
A moth drawn to the fire. All the pretty ones are liars.
Birds sing. Bees sting. Flowers from dirt. Trees burning.
Sticky, squirming, twisting, turning dangerous curves. Fair warning.
Have to laugh or else you cry. Older, wiser, dead inside.
Once naive- an easy mark.
Small fries feed the sharks.
Make believe its just pretend- cliché story, tragic end.
Broken heart shattered stone. Tattered skin, brittle bones.
Birds sing. Bees sting. Flowers from dirt. Trees burning.
Sticky, squirming, twisting, turning dangerous curves. Fair warning.