THE GIRL HE DESIRES vs THE GIRL HE LOVES

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.