She

In her dreams, she walks with a trail of flashing lights

She, who carries a stale scent of name-brand perfume,

That destroys the sensitive nostril

Her cruel behavior doesn’t reflect her personality,

But reflects the person she fancies to be

This mean, self-centered, attention-seeking woman that she paints

Creates a world worth living,

Or not worth by that matter

She will be loved one day

By a man who truly desires her

If he doesn’t desire the same dream