Like a toothache on roids
Trying hard to fill voids
Of a life falling short of the hype
Turns her back on her peers
Who have warpaint and spears
At the heart of this vulnerable type
When her pandora\'s box
Breaks like water on rocks
Splinters puncture her porcelain skin
Empty eyes try so hard
As she lowers her guard
To keep up with a head in full spin
He\'d been biding his time
As she marched past her prime
Wearing armour as sharp as her blade
Her surrender was swift
When accepting his gift
Of a day in the sun free of shade
As she let herself go
Juices tingle and flow
Through a body so tense it could snap
Her exhausted frame sinks
As he eagerly drinks
From the cup that she keeps by her lap