Her girlfriends called her space queen, told me behind her back,
But I saw right away, the character that they lacked,
She said this, or she said that, whispers and silly giggles,
Bat their eyes and tell me lies, beg attention with a wiggle,
The difference wasn’t even close, there’s more I can explain,
It had to do with who was giving, versus who was getting pain.
Smiling faces, frowning hearts, princesses of the college,
All that mirror time couldn’t see that love possesses knowledge,
Chase anything that was shiny, the definition of nearly blind,
Vacancies above the neck, must have one first to lose one’s mind,
Dull eyed and dumb as cattle, not a good girl in the herd,
No wonder she felt lost there, her heart felt kinder words.
Their credo in a nutshell, “Can’t you see I’m so superior?”
But my girl saw it different, thought no one was inferior.
She was simply on a higher plane, pursuing things known wise,
The others lost in selfish, their philosophies drawing flies,
Some friends betrayed her even more, asked me to go astray,
Legs wide open, more than clear, simply call and have my way.
Her so-called friends, it’s sickening, soliciting for a date,
I told them all “No thanks," I’m in love and you’re too late,
Barking like angry dogs they spoke, real bitches is what I mean,
But I knew why they hated her, space queen was in my dreams.
Copyright © David Allan | Year Posted 2018
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