Her

She’s like perfection,

In every way,

With our connection,

I hope she’ll stay.

Her long for change,

Her dancing skill,

Crazy intelligence,

And looks to kill.

She’s bored of cheap and cheerful,

But never tired of fun,

And if you dare to chase her,

She’ll keep you on the run.

Her spirit’s torn,

She’s broken down,

She’s not a princess,

But deserves the crown.

She can get a little crazy,

With the razorblades.

But you cant blame her,

She wants to change.

You see, she’d like,

To make things better,

The problem is,

We just don’t let her.

Afraid for ourselves,

And for nobody else,

If we continue this way,

We’ll end up in hell