**
It's true, she keeps her fingernails sharp
and her mind as well, when she's in
your jungles you keep a machete in hand
but she be selling lingerie online, she be flexing
a fake settlement while on a broken streak
she says she's making money but she's spending
it all of it into the plot that she's burying herself in
and leaving herself in a noose to hang
things she desires but will never have because she's her
**
Sorry all the time, boots on undressed snow fallen
from ancient oaks or on pure sands from the coast
and I don't know which, I planned to take you to all
of them, but you only get excited by the first
thousand miles, perky for the first thousand nights
she doesn't read these anymore, I'm not sure
why I write these as if she'll see the points of which
I present, tomorrow I will wake up with the taste
of nostalgia of vibrant, orange hair in the veil of a snood
and she will never read these anymore because she's her
**
a/n happy graduation.
