BURST
She burst onto the scene
Like a queen.
As in Queen Anne's Lace.
Because to face life
Is a height.
For to fight
For what's right
Seems like a plight
Into the night
Upon a flight.
She is truly beautiful
With long blonde hair
Large blue eyes
Ruby red lips
And a smile to devour.
BURST 2
The burst of a soul
Is to control
And not to mole
Into a hole
Like a dole.
But more of a mortal
On fire
From heaven and hell
Into a pale
Faced doll.
There is no telling
From where it came
Just the same
Like a game
Where all tame.
But not lame
Who to blame
When it comes to fame.
We all want it,
But to get it takes a dame.
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