maybe the world can't handle her poetry
maybe her rich content, is too much for their empty spirits
maybe the hennessy she pours is too strong for their mild wine glasses
maybe her tears are made of gold, thats why she cries so often
maybe her body deserves more than mediocre
maybe she's worth diamonds, not dollar bills
maybe she should be flattered, with an island of exotic beauty
maybe a man is not enough, she needs a king, since she's a queen
maybe music lies between her thighs
and melodies in her chest
maybe angels look down, hoping to hear her voice
maybe her silhouette was cut from an emerald
maybe her presence scorches like fire from a dragon
maybe her feelings resemble a garden of flowers
maybe her stature is genuine like pure linen.
maybe.
- k y r v t
