She is irresistible bait,
for they all flock to her -
She just cannot wait.
To have them
hook, line and sinker.
She will play with them
as they drop like flies all around.
She’ll squish them between heels and ground.
Pulverise, with her index finger and thumb.
Her expression, cold and numb.
She is the perfect catch,
but no ones ideal match.
None will go the extra mile,
they always disappear
in the autumn of her smile.
They fulfil her fears of doubt,
don’t lift a finger to fight
just bail on out.
Abandon the sinking ship that she is,
and find a ‘sensible’ little Miss,
to truly love and kiss.
All she can do as fish bait,
is wait…