....
somewhere floating along is this girl
shes made up of many things
she loves a lot
hates even more
but you'll see
you can just ask
she bites it leaves teeth marks
those things that make you who you are
yeah those things...
they don't mean very much to her
no words are too few because any words are too many
there are very few she trusts
even fewer so it seems
and her desired profession are those of cutlery, pots and pans, hot fire, and long nights
fortune shines on her for the moment with an amazing break
till shes set free by her few favorites
they consist of...
music
cooking
knives
yoga
drawing
painting
photography
writing
dancing
running
farmers markets and grocery stores
flowers
black eyeliner
socks
chucks
docs
vanity
singing
sunny days
dark nights
green blankets
new appliances
spirituality
She's a girl inside
Loves being young
and takes full advantage of it
closet home maker
but you'll never see her cleaning your home
living for all she has every day
given up luxary to focus and future ideas
biking or skating down the streets with a bag of knives and steal toed boots think before you try to fuck with her
life is not fucking easy...
but
she couldn't ask for more
tunes on constantly over again memorizing the words from lips of the talented and brilliant.. feeling each beat through every bone in her body
her favorites that are played over and over again
TOOL
COHEED AND CAMBRIA
you'll see her walking alone
eating at restaurants by herself
maybe one day... you'll be asked to ride along...
her own person and will never change for anyone
COMPLETELY stubborn and quite insulting
Totally out of her mind and will be an amazing chef
loves who she has become
knows above all she is who she is...
obsessive, strong, focused, talented, driven, and beautiful
There's a service charge for ruining my vision... its called getting the fuck out of my life....
