Those “pretty” girls in floral skirts Drink their wine and look at her with judgy eyes. While she struts around town, smacking her lips & rolling joints,
They would never understand her; Those “pretty” girls in floral skirts with their lackluster souls. Their charms would never suffice. "***** their elegance", she would say and order a green fairy all the while swearing with the boys. There was nothing pretty about her, She was madness. With her wild hair, stormy eyes, that faraway look and clever mind She broke millions of hearts to get what she wanted burst their bubbles with her heels alone She gave up on love; she gave up on him to survive.
I've missed posting here and reading all your works :(