Updated: Aug 16
Unwavering fecklessness, it seems becomes her- to the eye.
Yet inside you’ll find peaches and cinnamon that appoints her sickeningly sweet, covert spice.
What brings these thoughts that go so undetected, so bitterly placed over her clouded crown?
Peaches and cinnamon, some beer- you’ll need to bring to appeal to such a woeful woman who needs such companionship.
Butterflies are not often felt by she who has already conjured images of perfection in an imagined soul, an imagined face, imagined body.
Peaches and cinnamon might just banish these ghosts away from her clouded crown.