Arienette

There once was a girl who knew everything, A witty comeback, an intelligent review, a passing observation All eloquently exhaled from her blood red lips. With a transparent snap of her fingers She could have the moon tousled down from the sky. She was every man’s dream And every woman’s nightmare. An enticing vamp but an alluring elegance. Yet inside, she was hollow and loveless. She was always searching, Endlessly aching to cure an ailment Which had no magic pill nor cure-all elixir. Exquisitely broken was she, Always searching endlessly.