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