She cries
Disappointed eyes
A thing of lies
Loathing, O behold
No story left untold
Oh, why was she so bold
Nevermind
This evil kind
Will lose her mind.
So let her shout
Without a doubt
Things won’t work out
May she then be
At all set free
Away we’ll flee
Ugly girl
You are no pearl
A weary swirl
-jara-
(c. 2012)