Head in a spin

She walks in, a shadow draped in satin light,

A glance that cuts like a thief in the night.

Her smile’s a riddle, a game I can't win,

She pulls you close, then lets the cold slip in.

Disarmed by her charm, I’m a willing fool,

She’s fire and frost, a mix of cruel and cool.

She’s the gamble I take, though I know the score,

She’ll break me again, but I’ll ask for more.

Her words, they’re honey, but they sting like gin,

A bitter sip that leaves your head in a spin.

She’s a dance you chase, but you’ll never lead,

Her heart’s a vault, locked tight with old misdeeds.

I know her past left her heart in chains,

Yet here I stand, courting the same old pain.

Disarmed by her charm, I’m a willing fool,

She’s fire and frost, a mix of cruel and cool.

She’s the gamble I take, though I know the score,

She’ll break me again, but I’ll ask for more.

Oh, love’s a high-stakes game, and I’m all in,

She’s the queen of hearts, and I’ll never win.

But I’m a moth, drawn to her burning flame,

Her cruelty's a melody—I love the refrain.