180819
she, the cynosure of all seeking eyes
stole the limelight in blink of eyes
soul residing within as cold as ice
in the spotlight she claimed her prize
their conversations she cut short
sugar-coated, she made her shot
stunned, they had their mouth shut
seizing victory, her eyes flutter shut
boys, thought she's the best singer
she twirls around her little finger
arrogance high as sky still linger
prosperity, just a tap of a finger
bandage dress of the color red
all focused eyes she has read
no time for a pathetic band aid
tonight she will have them dead
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
