A Change in Ways
A/N: This is a poem about Bombalurina's hopes later down the road in life. She can't be the temptress forever you know. Or can she?
I tempt, I tease, I taunt, I please.
I swivel my hips, give an enchanting smile,
I bat my eyes and the toms go wild.
They tell me they want me,
They tell me they need me.
They say that they'll love me,
And they'll never deceive me.
Each one claims their intentions are true.
But those empty promises; I see right through.
But no longer do I, believe in such things;
One-night stands and unfaithful things.
I'm not getting younger, but continuously aging.
I'm in search now for love; un-betraying.
Someone who'll adore me, for who I am,
Not just a whore, or a slut, or a tramp.
Someone who sees me inside and out,
Who sees past my 'assets' – what I'm really about.
I hope someday soon, I'll find my true 'one'
My other half, the moon for my sun.
Someone to spend with the rest of my days,
Who'll see me for me and my change in ways.
A/N: I welcome suggestions and comments with open paws! R&R please! NO FLAMING! (unless it's absolutely necessary . . . which I doubt!)