She had an extravagant air
Living life without care,
Or that’s how it seemed
And how she was perceived
But she was a woman that maybe cared and loved to much
And longed for a sensitive understanding touch,
She felt so alone and so unloved
Passion was something she could never get enough of,
The facade she exuded was all just a front
And though she seemed so happy
Her life was never fun
Just an endless search for that special one.
Via:Daily Prompt: Extravagant
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