Liv Two

Her manner always cool, many a life she’s known, wish it was mine too, crashing like the sea, an artist bright unknown, she’s forever clean, doesn’t need a muse, creates but doesn’t own, any more’s for fools, she walks down the street, doesn’t pray for calm, throws anyone her keys, lipstick lemon blue, her skin golden brown, she doesn’t care for hoops, a loving need, for those who’ve gone, brings a sense of ease, gives us our daily news, makes it warm as toast, she will always choose, to offer up her soul.