She

She walks like a promise wrapped in silk,

Soft words dripping like honeyed milk,

A smile that blooms in borrowed light

Too warm to trust, too cold to fight.

A politician in a lover’s skin,

Campaigning hearts she’ll never win,

She shakes your hand, she seals your fate,

Then whispers lies that sound like fate.

Her truth is dressed in fine disguise,

A thousand meanings in her eyes,

Each glance a vote, each touch a scheme,

She builds her power on broken dreams.

A liar not by chance, but art,

She studies weakness like a chart,

Knows where to press, where to pretend,

How every story bends in the end.

Betrayal follows where she goes,

Like perfume only darkness knows,

She leaves behind what once was whole,

A scattered heart, a haunted soul.

A killer—no blood stains her hand,

Yet souls collapse at her command,

She drains the light without a trace,

And leaves a shadow in its place.

Selfish in ways too deep to name,

Love to her is just a game,

A throne she guards, a crown she keeps,

While others drown in silent weeps.

And still…

She shines, she glows, she draws you near,

A dangerous beauty dressed in cheer,

For some will fall, though warned before

She is the storm they still adore.

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