Charm

Oozing with charm, brimming with confidence. As fair as the winter snow, draped on the chimney-smoking rooftops. Aware of my existence, but denying it. Forlorn of all hope, metamorphosed into a despairing despondant. I barely recognise myself, yet I recognise her. A self-administered drug, that has me dancing in her palm. And yet my feelings endure.


Regardless, still alluring, still very charming.