The rose, so pretty,
she strikes a pose, as if she’s ready,
to smile in another file.

Her hands still shake,
on your commands, her breath you take,
as you wrap, your arm, builds a trap.

Your lips touch skin,
hands the hips, let the play begin,
take of the skirt, that’s your flirt.

A tear she cries,
let you hear her denies,
yet on you go further below.

A scream like a bark,
break the dream in the dark,
as you leave her ******, go talk to your buddy.

She is mute in words,
like the cute where it hurts,
when you look, like you want to hook.

Her breath you took,
Her death is a book.
The blood on your hands,
Let her rot where she stands.

The girl you watch in the hallway,
the one who shoves around the others,
The one no one ever bothers,
The one that deicides your happy days,
The one that turns school into a maze,
She’s the one that only plays.

The girl you smile at on the train,
The one that teases your best friend,
The one that will never make it end,
The one that stops your brain,
The one that makes it rain,
She’s the one that causes pain.

The girl you talk to in the class,
The one that copies what you write,
The one you think about at night,
The one that goes with the mass,
The one that seems so out of glass,
She’s the one that will never let you pass.

The girl you hug in the streets,
The one that takes all you bring,
The one that wants a diamond ring,
The one you follow while she leads,
The one that always knows the beats,
She’s the one that steals your seats.

The girl you kiss in the bar,
The one that leaves you the bill,
The one that wants you to spill,
The one you think is a star,
The one that breaks your car,
She’s the one that defines who you are.