Out there with words and thoughts
Rejecting all she’s been taught
A rebel with a chaos cause
Causing trouble where ever she goes
She is the rebel nobody knows
Torn and tattered figure hugging clothes
Wild hair and eyes, quick of wit not slow
A figure so amazing she makes heads turns she knows
Loves that they wonder what’s beneath what she wears
They’d be amazed but should also be scared
She’s unpredictable in thoughts and deeds
But has a spirit that’s born to be wild and free
She can be a sensual, tempting tease
And can break your heart with ease
Nobody knows her as well as me
She’ll have you begging on your knees
For more or less what ever she felt pleased
Her mind and heart at the time
She only trust me, because I’ve known her the longest time
She let’s me in close because I can read her signs
But of her beauty and rebellious ways I am not blind
In quiet contemplation she is sublime.
fauxcroft 
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