I love to dress up,
With style and flash.
Something that sparkles,
That shows who you are.
As if it were enchanted,
To make you smile,
And stride forward,
With conquest.
Patterns, leather and lace,
Green and brown and pink,
And blue and orange and
The sweetest
Vermillion.
Heavy earrings,
The art of others dripping
From my neck,
And damn,
I feel like the world
Should bow down before
Its Queen.
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
