Your hands are rosebuds that quickly turn into nooses
And your words like caramel- sweet but soon turn sticky
And you're as fickle as the sunshine during a California winter
Your promises are a drug- enticing but brutal
And every time I come near you, you turn into this monster
And I have to run away
I've never had a taste of your intoxicating pomegranate but I'd like to
I've never been drawn into you like Persephone
But if I had I'm sure you would look a lot different to me.
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