People don’t always understand girls, they
Don’t like what they give yet don’t stop taking
They toss around words, it’s all fun and play
What they don’t see are human hearts breaking
She flutters her peacock feather lashes
Sweetly sharpened words raining like glitter
Behind red lips and Gucci sunglasses
She’s competition, not just some quitter
He smiles in her direction, or maybe
Comments on her perfection, and he’ll say
“Darling” or “sweet” or “you and me baby”
Twelve tweets, six squees, and sees him the next day
He gives her a glance, not a word spoken
Passes right by and there she is broken
