Sorrowful Dancer Poem by Qeeony Luv

There was a woman deprived,
She lived her book in lies,
Beautiful her moves were deadly,
Temptress she acted sinfully,
It was told that she trance every man,
Her heart had a ban,
Steaming from herself worth,
Thinking of her birth,
It was quite sad to see,
"I want someone to think of me! "
Oh she was a dancer,
Only Lord knows she's a chancellor,
Go woman go,
She knew she could put on a show,
In her eyes I could tell she was hurt,
I didn't have to ask why she felt like dirt,
All she needed was someone's hand,
To comprise a wedding man.