Vixen With the Telltale Heart
Some things are not as they appear,
Her staged moves prey upon your fears.
Her steely glance, a poison dart…
That vixen with the telltale heart.
Bar customers begin to creep
As guitar wails pull you in deep.
Priestly deception, player’s art….
That vixen with the telltale heart.
She cries a waterfall of blame,
Survival is a lonely game.
You’re just her trophy, play your
part…
That vixen with the telltale heart.
Some things are not as they appear…
That vixen with the telltale heart.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
November 16, 2014
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