It looks like someone touched the trigger,
Without having to coerce.
Advised by evil friends she’s eager
To know new qualities of hers.
In endless search for extra something
She ever since has always been.
Unkind friends are mean and nasty
And passion’s burning from within.
Her former ways have long left traces,
Adventure’s shining in her eyes.
The inner circle’s seen new faces,
Exquisite style she’s exercised.
Has gone an extra mile and further
Developed liking for it all.
As if somebody pushed controller,
It is her time to have a ball.
It looks like someone pushed the button,
Gave final countdown, stroke a gong.
Another life has now started,
Where she essentially belongs.
Комментарий by Fira — 24 мая, 2016 @ 10:02 пп