23 October 2012
She lurks in the shadows, her sugarcane smile, Seductive, this buttercup girl, She lingers and lurks, selling songs for a while, Then, under the moon, slips a swirl.
In navy frost satin, she glides through the street, Drifting out, playing wild as Mona, She's really quite nice and she has her own beat, But she's more than a neon blue loner.
Her tears craft a path and her heart is the raft, Dipping in, out, in, out, in, out, in, Every sentence she utters, a sugarplum draft, Every lyric she mutters, a sin.
She is more than a neon blue loner, And more than a phase of a thriller, Sweet sugarcane smile and buttercup guile, In her black beret, is a killer.
Black Beret • Opuss № I