The Spider
She's a demon, she's a spider,
Where's the cigarette lighter?
A promised kiss, a promised liar,
Don't approach; where there is smoke there is fire.
Please don't stay, please don't play,
She'll play your heart out in tones of minor
And as you fall, as you dance
As you sway, and as you stay,
You'll find that she has left... and gone away.
This poem is about:
Me