Gaudy she glides across the room
With every boy bowing
At her feet.
All except one.
...
If you really would
do as you say
you would not
miss me.
...
The time will come;
Misery will not be needed
It was so last season
...
He loves me not
that I am sure of.
Isn't it obvious?
...
It is not hard to disappear
Just say no words
It is bound to happen
They are all insolent turds
...
We are those figures
In the darkness
Of the night
Tangled in the branches
...
She is not perfect nor will she ever be
Can't you see?
Beauty is in the beholders' eyes
But all she hears are their lies
...
It's all the same
Left or right
Back to the way we came
Until the paths cross
...
The more unnoticed
she goes
the more they are
aware of her
...