She's a daydream
She's a cotton candy dream with a grunge sheen. A punk rock bitch caught up in a scene .
She's a wild mess with hair the color of tangerine cream.
Worn in Flannels and warning patches.
Over sized sunglasses and scuffed combat boots that barley fit her.
She's Soft but bitter, warm but cold.
She's as transparent as an ice queen in the illusion of innocence and titter wrapped in comfort and warmth.
It's all in her charm, all to get you to witt her.
I know you'll never quit her.
All you want to do is hold her, but be careful you might get sliced on her shards.
Try to pick up her broken pieces they will shred you to bits.
She'll stitch you up but take your heart and put a dark spell on it.
Wicked and lovely she will poison you with a velvet kiss.
A complex mess, she will put you to the test.
A lovely smirk with twisted bow and arrow lips.
Delicate hands with sharpened tips.
Porcelains skin with floral swirls of ink imprints.
Honey eyes rimmed in black, energetic and alluring, with a sparkling, tantalizing golden hint.
take a breath, breathe her in.
She's a daisy day dream.
She will watch you dive in, but she will let you sink.
You think you know her but I knew her best.
I already failed her test.