Tinker

A pint size spit fire that you are. A wreckless goth chic with a permanent scare. She fought all the girls and half the guys. broke more than a nail and never cries. A loveless girl so mad at love. When ya ask for a hug she'll just give ya a shove. At only seventeen she's a way better drinker. Most call her trouble . But we just know her as tinker. Loves poetry in dishing out pain. talks lot of trash. And hits like a train. Just joinned the hells angels. I think this girls insane. After she hit me with that tire iron im really not much of a thinker. Hell knows no fury. Like a seventeen year old spitfire called Tinker. Dedicated to the real life Tinker Id say your name But I like breathing to much.