There’s a girl who gives a ****,
She plunders down the road.
So boldly she is free to be,
That her life became her destiny.
The dragon, the witch, the soul mate,
Ceased on scene so desperately.
She cries and mourns like a flying beat,
Of rhythm trapped in an icicle.
She dreamed of lovely possibilities,
But her dreams were just fantasy.
The male she yearned for,
Was no more than false protrude.
This guy was just a friendly face,
And so he viewed her as a simple dude.
She tried so aimlessly,
To grab his shinning sight.
She knew she could be free,
But she lacked bravery.
The girl took a leap and fell like a sheep,
Into the ground with no retreat.
She could not form a connection,
Between her and him.
She failed and failed,
Until she realized there was a bond, all along.
She was not meant for him;
He was not meant for her.
They were meant to be,
Not soul mates, but tight knotted friends.