11 February 2013
She smiles. A vivacious, curvaceous grin Crammed full of pearly menace. How many sins Are hidden within The cigarette-stained canvas And a life soaked in gin? How many men lost, Eaten, Each tooth an enamel-coated monument To their fall, Their blood staining Her devilishly charming lips. Who could resist Such an enthralling, entrapping gem? A gem that never speaks. Won't give a peak Into the wit behind those picket-fence teeth. After all If she could find some words Some syllables to string She'd tell them And then have nothing left To peddle, With which to entice or Keep you hanging, Dangling by your feet And heart and mind And soul. Why throw that all away For a word or two? An I A want And a you.
Loosely tied to 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' Panic at the Disco.
Mona Lisa Smile • Opuss № I