20 November 2012
she's fickle, compulsive. lives on hope for the best. doesn't know where her life is going, but she does play an electric guitar. her diet is microwaved. her lipstick is the perfect bright red. and her eyes are circled black. her face is beauty like the moon. she's the kind of person who gets all the attention at the club. not intentionally. she's on the scene, but no one can find her. she'll kiss you then never speak to you. she'll wrap you around her finger then leave you.
The first line was extracted from Scott Pilgrim vs. The World and the rest of the poem was inspired by that line.
Black • Opuss № I