A sunny day but she can see rain in the sky
The news reported truthfully, but she reads lies...
Says the time struck 12 and her prince is no where in sight...
So original when she thinks "just like every other guy"...
She was into all the things that girls like...
Hair products, **** fashion, a hand that captured a ring
But her intuition says pain is what men bring
So she walks with her guard up...blocking all pickup swings.
"My hearts been tortured, cheetahs roam my land" and "my life résumé
Is messed up...things didn't go as planned"
Independent and so pretty...men hate that she is witty...wish she was a freak and try to read her like "Shades of Grey plus Fifty"...
Dear woman who I speak of...
Please don't ever change love...
Just hold on to your faith and don't hide behind your make-up...materialism is abstract to her natural ability...find your inner star, put your mind in a state of tranquility.
My princess please smile, pain doesn't last a while.
Time heals all wounds and its a quarter past ya "new life" and 10 too Coming Soon...stay beautiful my queen.
-Dougie Simps
"For my girls who just needed a man to walk in their shoes. I got you"

She made breakfast
of sausage, toast and eggs,
sunny-side up.
With a smile that reflected
my shattered perception,
I scarfed the food down.
It was a pitiful apology.
The toast was burnt;
the sausage cold and
the eggs were runny.
It was a meal put together
by someone that knew
they could do no wrong.
I ate every crumb in a false show of good faith.
You see, breakfast comes every morning
with or without our participation.
The tears on my heart, however,
are only made with her designation

My friend is gone.
No longer will she feel
the warmth of the sun
upon her face,
the chill of Winter,
or taste the Beaujolais Nouveau.

Still I will remember her;
in the warmth of the Sun.
in winter's chill grasp.
and in the crush of the grape

until I, too, forget,
and am forgotten.