Charm and Poison
For every wrong step that you take
I pierce your heart thrice on a bender.
However, my fury is fake.
You bleed your remorse - I surrender.
My sharp poignant words of no shame
And spirits are such a bad mixture -
I've never been easy to tame -
They paint such a frightening picture,
They certainly prove me a ***** -
It's one of my two real faces.
You'll find charm and poison in each,
Once trapped in my tender embraces.
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