She's not a still river
on the banks of which you find peace.
She might burn you or freeze you to death.
Do not near her,
For her darkness might consume you.
Stay afar, stay at light.
She is made up of broken pieces of glasses
Sharp edgy thorns and
everything that pricks .
She's intense and full of passion
She grabed your attention at first site,
Didn't she ?
As you just start to unravel her mystery
She casts spell on you,
And you keep adoring
how beautiful her eyes her.
There she paves your path towards obsession
She's cruel or maybe she's
just unaware of her eccentricity