Bella

She seeks explosive release, what she cannot find, nothing seems to please, she won't hear good news, love is just a chime, a cover up for truth, in a touch of blasphemy, she doesn't do sublime, less anyone miss a treat, why disguise the truth, or nourish other's mind, she's never there for you, just shakes her car keys, winter in warm climes, her path is no Odyssey, yet filled with solid needs, she doesn't have to mime, will never stamp her feet, makes her own rhymes.