A Different Kind of Heart
Say what?
Almost my pen refuses to speak of it
It knows it exists, but not how
A woman with a good taste of jewellery
Gold never grows old
I could sing of this one the whole night
A woman supervisor who never smiles at SOME of her employees
And I thought highschool days were over
Surely she can cook some termination schemes to get rid of those that are not of her taste
Doesn't she not have the power?
A woman that dances to lighten my sad face
Her silky playful moves
Smilling from one ear to another
This one, saved my last smile
Now my pen will go to sleep,
Petitioning for a happy graft
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