First impressions are bullshit.
Like a full blown light of soul
is just going to appear and hit
you right in the face at first look?
Because that woman is not stupid enough
to take a half-assed chance
on a guy who is only interested
by the voice in his pants.
She wants him to see the parts
of her glowing mind
and the pieces of her fading heart
because no woman is what you see
at first look.
She is allowed to paint nails
while gossiping with her flirty friends
because hours later without fail
she is going to be elbow deep
in his shitty dish water of dirt and lies.
Maybe sometimes to fight away sleep
she writes sonnets that go miles long
but the next burning sunrise
she sings that damn awful pop song
because words are words
as long as they are hers.
She can sit and read a book
but don’t call her nerd or geek
because that novel is a look
at the things she wants from you.
When you go and upset her
she will sprout horns and spit fire
but you can always be sure
that tears will come soon enough.
You can’t put her in a box
and finding descriptions is tough
but you’ll find that you love her
because she’s all you’ve got.