The Woman With The Head Of Roses Poem by Keith Michael

The woman with the head of roses had a dagger for her heart, because anytime you brought her close, she would puncture you and move on. Leave you there to will yourself back to your feet or give up. She wore the face of an angel over the soul of the devil and drew you in with her eyes. complete lust was an overbearing might for her that gave you chance to come down. She'd raise you higher and higher, and then deflate you just a little, but you were hooked. You wanted to soar, just a little bit higher, sure that she would turn things around. Before.. pop. There you go, never to be seen again as one piece, slowly swaying towards the ground, to her feet, where she can pick you up and start again