She was slender as a willow wand
And clearer than clear water
And more beautiful than any queen
Was she
.
Her hair was like tumbling gold
That fell about her pretty face
Her skin was smooth as oil
She was Pale as a ghost
And pretty as a canary
.
Her eyes were blue as summer sky
And deeper than the deepest well
Her lips red as cherries
And always ready for a smile
.
Her laugh was like tinkling bells
Joyous and engaging
Her voice was so addicting
Almost like Crack cocaine
.
But deep inside
She was not so nice
She had no soul
Like an empty flower pot
And beauty is so fleeting
.
One day her slenderness will disappear
hair will turn to gray
Her skin will sag and crack
Her vision fade
And her voice begin to rough
.
But inside
Her soul will still be empty
And she will be alone
For who wants to be
With an empty flower pot