A short poem about a girl who’s name will not be mentioned.
deceiving and precious, her charm and her presence,
just like a feather, so light in her essence,
colorful, worldly, life-loving and peaceful,
too good to be true, her ways were deceitful,
i did what i could, not doing too much,
though times i feel like i’m not doing enough.
it’s not very often that they come around,
but next time it does, leave her in the ground.
(inspired by _______)