Thursday, June 27, 2013

A Damsel Who Needs To Lament

I’m better off alone, she said

Without a loser like you in bed

She wore her heels and cut her hair

Her clothes were short, or barely there

She danced all night and got home late

Her Facebook statuses were always great

She blamed the men for all things wrong

And told the world her life was a song

Her theories of love were unreal and hazy

Yet her conviction in them, were not short of crazy

Being single was cool, she endorsed

But her words were sounding most forced

Well, who’s to say when she’ll wake up and exclaim

How the fuck did I turn so lame?

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