They steal your money, spread gossip, are insecure, make you do things you don't want to do, spend most of their time brushing their hair out of their face and mouth, don't suck enough dick, easily get jealous, seem to float with such grace.
Here's a poem I wrote about a girl, it's called "The Underwear Thief":
Just gaze upon those cold red lips,
The sway of her intriguing hips,
And how the boys they gather round,
She doesn’t even lift her brows,
She’s done this every single night,
And every night the boys lie ‘wake in fright
Too scared to move, and so afraid to breathe,
But sit right here all unaware of the devil’s crooked weave,
Her silly games and tamish ways just leave you in a dizzy daze,
And so you look at what was yours, it’s now become forever hers,
So when did she become like this,
Perhaps her last delicious dish,
The thirst for having no distress,
Left her with no option lest she undress,
And now she comes and conquers men,
The many men inside her pen,
And every time I say my friend,
She’ll leave you way before the end,
All unaware, that cold dumb stare,
Perhaps, she has my underwear?
