The Midnight Blues

she is loud and stubborn as a cow her eyes leaves thee aimless. piercing through your head with her lazy nails. Her lips covers in red pink wine.. preparing her rose bed with charming perfect perfumes that strikes the skin of your heart. her voice stands on the top of the eagle which is seen on the hills and brings down blinding lights. her wails pretends care but lies doom and wickedness. pride her workman tool arrogance her partners delight. which is a tiny diaper she lays in the beams of her deceitful chambers as her dark blonde hair waves to the wings of the breeze that flows through Jordan, into the Bahamas and down to the bank. she lives in grey garment of bees.