The nonchalant maker of cutthroat dreams and she tends to taking to turning upon her split-second feet

And a troublesome whole snide-eyed world watches at wondering for one first time – asking, why, oh why have we been so terrifically torn asunder

These thunderous roars of oceanic miscellany, constrained and miserly contained
But for that momentary split-second, wherein her miraculous forethought starts at amounting amidst this mountainous existence

Yet, we never get to forget an unforgettable girl, who, with ferociously curbed enthusiasm by her scintillated side, she is recklessly real at being decidedly evil

Just such a pity that her voice is smooth and melty like a warm chocolate sundae

Time and time again – 20/20 vision and her date with fate is about to let itself be with
A most disrespectful destiny – and she fell inside of a welterweight poem soon as no-one was watching anymore