A Beautiful Mess
By Myandra Monroe
A Beautiful Mess
Sometimes she laughs too loudly
She cries perhaps when she shouldn’t
Her hair’s a tumble of unruly curls
She’s sort of a beautiful mess
Her clothes aren’t all that stylish
Pink nail polish that’s always chipped
She’d be late for her own funeral
She’s sort of a beautiful mess.
She’ll steal all the blankets
Her feet are always cold
She snorts when she laughs at your jokes
She’s sort of a beautiful mess.
Her eyes might be blue on Monday
They’ll probably be green the next day
Her lipstick is smeared from too many kisses
She’s sort of a beautiful mess
She’ll capture your soul
With one fateful glance
She’ll love you with all her heart
She’s sort of a beautiful mess
You’ll never forget her
Once she leaves your bed
You’ll beg her to stay
But…
She’s sort of a beautiful mess.
