She’s a always been beauty not a beast.

She’s a bear, ready to feast.

She’s bold and blooming.

A yellow doll

A fellow damaged like a monstrous hool.

Alone she cries.

Around people she fries.

Aroused she smiles.

Her voice says a lot about her dimeric disfrute.

Her eyes carries out a whole different dimension.

She’s broken.

The first person to brake her heart was her father,

Then came her many exes

Then came me.

She lost herself.

Felt like she was left in an empty loft.

Her hands so soft.

She’s still broken.

I think she needs to see a cardiologist.

She has a hobby of roken.

Her mind is constantly everywhere,

She might need an appointment with a psychiatrist.

She has women issues.

She has trust issues.

Her honesty shades tears.

Her lies bring fear.

Her truth is like a spear.

And she’s never been to a gynecologist.

She’s broken.