She comes in the shoes
The glistering dresses hanging in our closets..
You long for her.
But she's never enough.
She takes over your mind, your thoughts..
So you long for more of her
Even when you think you have had enough of her,
She's never enough.
When we are gone she doesn't stop stop to mourn us
But moves on to the next one.
A slut she is
Full of vague beauty, temptation,
False hope of satisfaction.
We do anything for vanity
We forget that vanity moves on.