Nothing clings like Ivy. Frightened by the dark. Though she cuts deep. It never leaves a mark. No one quite like Ivy. Ever gets it straight. What she believes. She won't negotiate. All the words of tenderness. That never quite got through. She said "You know how young girls are. From my contempt for you.". Outside in the hollow. She may dare herself. For there may be. A serpent in the grass. Nothing clings like Ivy. Trying to scare herself. And it may strike or. Wait for her to pass. All the words of tenderness. That she never possessed. "So what's the use of promises?. I had my fingers crossed.". All the words of tenderness. That never quite got through. She said "I laughed behind your back. When I told them to you.". Nothing clings like Ivy. Frightened by the dark. Though she cuts deep. It never leaves a mark