the way she walks
her head held high
the way she talks
her pride touches the sky
the way she cries
is never a surprise
the way the light shys
away from her lies
the way her hair falls
perfectly and light
the way she makes the boys crawl
with the littlest of her might
the way people loathe her
she feasts off their hate
the way guys look at her
longing and wishing it was fate
the way she never gets attached
it's never a fair deal
the way every souls gets latched
to her heart made of steel.
