A sugarplum soul with a rosy hue,
She'd do anything to become you
- flying away, starting from scratch
Only to escape her classified batch.
Sweet yet oddly simple, her head
Is filled with woe and cotton candy red
That covers the other stuff behind.
Never forgive yet forget, she seems to not mind.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
