Pretty Girls Never Fight Fair


Pretty girls never fight fair
When it comes to matters of the heart
So quick to bat those lashes
That’s when I start spiraling apart
I get fidgety & anxious
Unraveling before their doll-faced eyes
A stuttering, blubbering mess
Quick to pass on, without noticing my demise


Some Might Claim This Simple Life Is Too Boring


Some might claim this simple life is too boring
The calm existing quietly is worse than the rain
Those fidgeting souls shake loose their moorings
Do as you please, but I can do without the extra pain