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Femme Fatale

As a child,

you didn’t have a clue

Of the power you would have

When your girlish looks had faded

Replaced by a woman as beautiful as you

Ordinary once

You didn’t stand out

On the playground

with friends you ran about

But with the years passing by

And aware of your beauty

Your true friendships dwindled

As it became all about you

No room for competition

You were a woman on a mission

Never settling for less

Than the very best

You measure a man by possessions and wealth

You like them rich and in poor health

They are the ones who like flashing their money

Easy targets, bleed them dry then, so long honey

Never afraid to break a heart

A femme fatale, a shallow bitch

Whoring yourself for a life of wealth

You simply can’t help yourself

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Jon Best
Jon Best
Aug 06, 2023

I like the way you have delved into her origins


Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
Aug 05, 2023

Nice job mate! Different and well written,

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