the pinch

she was so
sweet
your teeth hurt.
polite
and perfect
in her manners.
never knowing
much of pain
or death,
you wanted to pinch
her on the arm
just to hear
her swear
and curse.
but no,
you couldn't
break her spell
that the world
was full of good,
that all things
end well
to those who
are true and kind.
so you let
her go on her
way. not being
the one
to tell her
how things really
were.