Cozen

Speculations whisper, her smile of fire,

Obtaining whatever and whoever she wants,

Like a siren luring in sailors to their demise,

Her heart sharper than a throwing star,

An air of uncertainty surrounds her,

Like she's not human,

Men are smitten for this woman,

Hearing the sweetness of her tone,

But not the harshness of her words,

The act is hard to not fall for,

One truth and two lies,

She has no origin,

Her only purpose,

To deceive.