Poem

She was
A deeply trouble
girl
who smoked
in an alley
and wore
black lipstick.

She dances to music
only she could hear
and adorns her hair
with little white lillies.

She wore spiked boots
and smelled of rain
when it kisses
the sand.
Underneath her skin
are beds of roses
waiting to be watered
by caressing palms
in hopes
one day
she might bloom
into
a beautiful
rose bush.