She
She is a free soul,
And a game of chess,
Don't play foul,
Don't dirt her dress.
Every single lie,
Every harsh word uttered,
Brings her close to goodbye,
And a heart shattered.
But she's a bird,
A beautiful eagle,
With a heart of gold,
And a huge ego.
Copyright © Rogue Dave | Year Posted 2016
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