A simple name.
Unknowledgeable to the things she says.
She's is always around the corner, staring you down.
Dark, beady, eyes, waiting for you to notice their presence digging through your soul.
What she knows, everybody knows.
What she takes, well, you’ll never get back.
She stalks and lingers on the man you choose to spend your time with.
She makes sure to add a comment about his attire, she’ll wait for hours, just to see him glance at her.
Give her one opening, she’ll slip right in, holding booze of gin.
She’s a drunken mess, that’s easy to undress, that’s why all find her appealing in the end.
She judges you intently, makes sure not to miss a step, she wants to become you.
Envies you, and what you have.
A leech stuck to your skin, don’t ever give in.
Let Danni in, you’ll never get her out.
She’ll become a drought, an awful season you cannot diminish.
Until she’s finished, with you.
Strips you of what you wanted.
Makes him come on to her, enjoying her hand in the right, exact, spot.
All she’s good for?
I think not.
She can become a little, lost, dog, you’ll have to pamper, until she grows greedy and tampers with your thoughts.
You are lost.
Bewildered by her wide, prominent, features.
Why choose her?
She’s not a girl.
But a man dressed in disguise.