She lives beneath the street lights

She dreams of clouds

But I think she just wants to be higher

She has walked the pavements of a thousand nations

her hair is long 

she sits on it

her lips are full, they have tasted bitter fruits

behind her teeth is a tongue filled words that she can't spell

her hands are smooth

her mind is rough

she traces her fingers around the hearts of those she has seduced

her hips invite

her story has been written in the dirt

we have walked on her paragraphs 

and spit on her metaphors

She hates to love

loves to hate

her soul is made of grass

but her land is dry