There's a mystery in her eyes,
Suspicion in her smile
She's hell bound with that smirk
All attention is on her
What she says goes.
Come close, come close
She's about to speak
Everyone has to listen
Be glued to her focus
She's so intriguing
Listen to her insanity
She tells a story
That's been told, maybe
A million times
But she says it,
So now its urgent
Her charm is luring
It pulls you in
Once she speaks
She grabs all eyes
And mystifies
The people around
She must be a witch
Casting spells every way
Making people love her
With her features
They might even be common
But some how
They're only special
Because they're a part
Of her
She's not unique
Just pretty and knowledgeable
Which makes her so loved
I wish I
Had a pretty face too
Just to know
What it's like
To feel something
Other than worthless
I want to be like her,
Special
