Some women come neatly wrapped in plastic
with not a single hair out-of-place.
That’s the kind of girl he dreamt of
beautiful speech and a decent laugh
The kind that smells royalty when she walks into the room
straightens her skirt before sitting
and cross legs
A glass of wine in hand
held like it’s too delicate
This was the girl he desired
one that lived life by the books
carried etiquette and dignity like her purse
one that kept memories in poems
she was a rainbow
but then across the room
Sat a mess of a girl
like wine on a white dress or weathered books.
but she held her heart behind a wall only a real man could climb
She was a hurricane,
drunk her wine off the bottle
didn’t try to live by the rules
had etiquette when needed.
Her fragrance was intoxicating
She didnt immortalise life in the stars
because they also fade away
So he had to break some rules and alter the script
and get the girl he loved.