How do I say vision without picturing you? Images of vile love letters
and great grandmother hexs
I'm under the spell of all your detail,
I've danced for you.
Spun around three times and
whispered sultry sounds of demise,
To you, who left me in the
most menacing of ties.
The first time we met I painted
yellow on your fingernails
Now I remember why I've always told lies.
I'll never give in, or out to someone so obviously fried.