Kathy

Her manner’s always cool, many a life she’s known, wish it were yours too, never crashing like the sea, an artist bright unknown, she always stays clean, no danger of my muse, creative but never swallowed, being taken for a fool, lives easy on our street, doesn’t pray for calm, will always lend her keys, lipstick lemon blue, her skin is golden brown, she says its up to you, maybe sees a loving need, for those who might drown, it brings no sense of ease, take any path you own.