There was a girl -
this girl
his girl.
She had her own agenda,
scraping the dirt off of people's faces.
Remasking them as they'd run off to random places.
Feeding them smouldering garbage, just
so that they'd think she was...
beautiful.
"If you have an idea, you should try not to waste it. But if you have no idea, you should try not to fake it."
But she did that anyway, everyday.
I met her once or twice, acting this way
I was confused as to what to say
She didn't seem to play,
any differant than I
As time went on I
began to feel
as if any held trust in her
was all for naught
A love felt
was a trick seen
his girl,
this girl,
that girl
is not what she seems.
And as they lay
(together)
oh-so-tenderly
I for one wonder
what (she) really means
is he really the one?
or is she simply...
Plotting
to scrape off his face.
So he will tell her
that she is
beautiful. |
Submission Name: This Girl
