All The Things She Used to Know
You’re a dangerous child
With your dark eyes
And silly dreams
Drinking tea with poison lips
And buzzing bees with deadly fingertips
You’re a lovely teen
With manipulative ways
And martyr friends
Doing your deeds to delicious ends
Laughing at the boys in their lovesick craze
You’re a trophy wife
With outrageous claims
And lying ways
Drinking your tea with poison lips
And doing your deeds to delicious ends
With your dark eyes
And silly dreams
Drinking tea with poison lips
And buzzing bees with deadly fingertips
You’re a lovely teen
With manipulative ways
And martyr friends
Doing your deeds to delicious ends
Laughing at the boys in their lovesick craze
You’re a trophy wife
With outrageous claims
And lying ways
Drinking your tea with poison lips
And doing your deeds to delicious ends
♠ ♠ ♠
DISCLAIMER:I'm not a poet.
I just wrote this, and I know it might not make sense the first or second time you read it, but just keep thinking about it. And let me know what you come up with, thats the beauty of poetry, right? Everyone's got a different opinion of what it means.