Her mind is beautiful,
filled with toxins and past mistakes
body bad as hell
she's full of love
unpredictable but always consistent in every way
reachable and very much dependable
regardless of the tide
She is a rose, well used to be
jest, lovely on the eyes, yes
but such thorns are not to be ignored
but she ain't soft anymore
she ain't gonna give her temple to anyone
whether high or low her love will never die
she's a heartless soul
but to me she's art
a beautiful art
with shattered heart and dream
niggas did her so wrong
she's now heartless.
she was once the warmest place
but she turned cold
she felt so much
that she started to feel nothing
in her kiss, I taste the revolution
she did it with execution
she's my solution to my problems
beneficial but not harmless be careful sometimes
my heart cold like her soul,
but it only beat for her
because she's an rare art in my eyes
just a mystery I'm trying solve
like Scooby Doo and gang.
