She's painted as a lonely soul,
she is not,
aesthetic in her heart and mind,
she is an exquisite work of art,
she's waiting to be recognised.
A masterpiece of soul inside,
she is painted on a canvas,
in tones of royal blue,
an accoutrement of scarlet stripes,
she caught them on her painted lips.
She is sat at the  daytime terminus,
she is eating ice cream,
freezing cold,
while sipping at her plastic straw,
filled up with diet lemonade,
it sates her need for sugar and it keeps her fizz alive!
(C) Livvi