there is more than meets they eye when it comes to you
a thick-skinned woman, loved by only a few
I hear the song that you sing and I sing it too.

If my eyes meet yours a fire will ignite
and try as I might, the urge to fight you will definitely be there.
A mother, they tell me, is supposed to care.

And I suppose you did, but all in your own way.
Now there's nothing to say as I lay here
writing this poem, to speak of my feelings when it comes to you.

You were crazy in your youth.
*****- drunk sitting in a booth
at a restaurant with your friends, ordering a burger.

Later that night, they say you hung from the balcony by your feet.
all of your friends from prior gathered and took a seat, yelling
"That Bonnie has absolutely lost it!"
But in reality, I think you found exactly what you were looking for.