Extracting Souls

I could see you extricate My lovely little flowers. I serve my heart, My tainted wish To anyone willing to take my smile. She walks the thinnest line, Forget her softest crimes. Misdemeanor is her name; And they want her, They need her body and her eyes. She cleans with dirty lemons They wash away her sins Her love she feels is wrong You can be so vain To think I’m only me