Those lips of
Yours
Call my name;
I just wish I could
Hear.

The sound of your
Voice
Is soothing
But it's just
Something I seem to
Fear.

wielding the weapon of woo,
I dance ignorance

I bat my eyelashes,
say "no"

I am crumbling beneath "you look so pretty"

I am building up an altar made of ash

I am flirting in a way you hadn't thought of

I am fooling you,
I am fooling all of you.

I sit behind my green velvet curtain,
microphone to my beating lips,

I laugh