Unfinished

The clichés flooded
The young girl’s dreams
Star – studded
Bursting at the seams

Rock and Roll
And a wild imagination
A little soul
Of eternal damnation

But the grass was greener
She once was told
If one could only see her
Take after the old

But she still clung onto
Those wispy clouds
That are a permanent tattoo
On her face in the crowds