Red Flag

I know a girl;
In this poem, let’s call her a flag, RED.
If a human was a walking siren,
That would be her.

Kind of like a siren of escorts,
And a siren of an ambulance.
Where it is good, where it is bad,
She tops the chart.

No jokes, she’d make you stay and run,
All in one breath;
Have you swinging back and forth.
Just like a pendulum; a troubled one.

A never ending box of pandora,
Beauty and brains; poison and antidote.
I’m not a fan, I was. I am a fan, I wasn’t.
Told you; the pendulum effect of RED flag

Hybrid, theGodfactorr