Romanticizing everything.

by veepho

sold out. try again.

sold out. try again.

She wanted to be independent,
Picked up her shell,
Moved across
the nation,
In order to build new dwell.

Never the right materials,
Utilized escapism,
Will settle f
or pop art,
Even when looking fauvism.

Gifts will sit and wait,
She’ll never carry her own.
She’ll d
o you favour,
If only she gets to post as social media throne.

She will leave you in the dust,
If building her dwell cell.
Forget the thought of collaboration,
If her name is not firs
t sell.