She wears baggy shirts with band names
and tight jeans with no brand names.
she paints her own shoes; green and black
better she thought , than the brown shade of sack.

her hair every morning is a messy ball of fire
to brush it is a death wish, sire.
she's told she has a baby face
could squeeze a cheek and wrap it in lace.
She laughs but doesnt really care
as long as the bouncers let her in there.

she will not dance in public at night
unless u hand her 3 beers, oh then what a sight!
it's hard for her to let go
always alert so.

Shes always been a quirky one
with vintage cartoon downloads done.
she does chalk drawings on the wall
of clouds, rainbows, flies and explosions so tall!

she'll come and go as she pleases,
you'd say shes care free, does what eases.
but actually she thinks things through so much from doubt
that shes calculated the risk as not worth worrying about.
she goes with intuition
puts herself in their position.

shes a walking riddle, cliché, limerick and yarn
she'll leave you laughing, pensive or swearing darn.