Destroyed

A girl who gets what she wants now that's my kind of girl A girl who has her knots I'm not the flirty kind of guy Young indeed, but really not I don't want this poet I speak of I just need to stop- Stop and think and talk... I'm afraid of her but I'm not surprised she's the girl messing with would get you in trouble she will tare you apart she will tare you down and on her head she wears her crown she rules whatever she wants now that's my kind of girl A girl who calls the shots She slams and slams and those slammed fall they fall to there knees and wish they didn't at all they beg for forgiveness but she left hers at home 'cause she's the Poet Destroyer her life is what she owns she seeks out adventure and she never is alone Her crown Her life Her poems Her everything She gets what she wants And that's all that she needs A poem about P.D. Written by a poet R.E.D