She is only a predator
devouring the sour flesh of those
who are gulable to her illusion

She is only lust
the image your mind potrays
abusing her beauty
Like the plastic it is

She is  poison
You avoid to drink
Left upon a table
Within your reach

You  grasp the cup tightly
with one sip you were  gone
mesmerized by the dangers
of being with her

When I sit back and look at each day I ask myself this;
Did I need to be so harsh,
was I to soft gulable even or didn't it matter in any case.
For the wrong words however well ment,
or the right ones at the wrong Time, mean just the same
Nothing.
So choose your words carefully for once they are free of you
They can bring joy or pain
That's what it's all about.