Cold with the style
You're frustrating to look at.
You got the shades,
and you wear a leather jacket
'cause you're so cool.
You shine on,
and shield from light.
You're cold,
you're freezing to touch.
You keep changing,
transforming.
You're a lonely poet,
no friends.
Social like a cigarette.
Open book with no letters to read.
Wow .....This is lovely
Thanks, I appreciate it!
Who's this dedicated to? xP
A country girl who came to the city ;P
Haha nice one! Keep it coming :)