She walks in long strides,
She flaunts her bulging biceps.
Her relatives are diagusted on the inside,
But she's not here to impress.
Her hair held back by a band,
No heels, but tall she stands.
Golden earrings, tattoos black,
With nothing holding her back.
With a ring on her finger
From the man that she loves,
Who doesn’t care about society's standards
And puts her above them all.
She liked him a little wild,
And he didn’t want her tame,
And while he was married to his job,
She was married to the game.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
