How the audacious beauty of one can be so captivating
How the manipulative so ravishing
The dark so alluring
The menace so controlling
Why a dark heart still bleeds red
Why the sincere inside shivers in dread
The blood red turns copper brown
The onlookers gaze with such a frown
What is the cure for such hurt
What is the cure for such a wounded skirt
The hurt still fresh
The wound still upon her breast
When is the wound of hurt to heal
When the possibilities open and some one is at her heel
The beauty so captivating
The hurt still afresh and wanting
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Wonderful write...some things appear to be beautiful but are rotton to the core...10+++