They say life is beautiful;
She is this also.
When you feel pitiful,
She'll make you feel moreso.
"She's a thief with an
eye for nice things"
True words have not been said
since they developed phones to ring.
And she hasn't been
On the other end since
Three months yesterday.
I would if I could say I'm sorry.
If I could rob you,
like you have found how to,
I swear I'd be sorry,
But you're an odd story.
She does it a lot.
I've been told there's been a few
She's left to rot.
She provides only a muse.
It's just too bad for those
Who can't convey in prose
The hate
I can generate
Through my god-forsaken verse and bad vibes.
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