in her lipstick silence, she aches for violence
she will root for kindness, but preaches blindness
deaf, dumb, lean, mean - the whitest teeth you've ever seen -
keeps her nails sharp to make you bleed
she broke her first heart at the age of fourteen
and you could buy her flowers, but she'd rather have the seeds
the roots never show through her bleach-blonde helmet
if you saw the grey, she'd **** you, i bet
but she always lies, it's no surprise-
she is far from what she seems
she is lost and broken dreams

she is the cardboard cut-out queen



s.h.