Perfectly she lay
in cloth of Armani Privé
No mistake in care
pressed and fixed wear
fine lines down to lips
the finest polished tips
Every line of fuchsia and plum
feels like O.P.I.um
It doesn’t Cover the Girl
makes her more known to the world
Twinkles in her ears
Neck to wrist, flaunt flashy tiers
The glamorous ups
of Tiffany “Diamond” Stud
Now, the colors of Prada
mean nada
If not decked in Lanvins
and Balmain pins
If beauty is pain
she stands no gain
in the Loubotins
she’s walking in
If Marc could see
all the drapery
of Jacob’s flowers
and Kirkwood towers
it would bring him love
if only for the cloth above
The writings of the Notens
Will only Bespoken
In tags clear view
of all the Miu Miu
Like an Opening Ceremony
her presence is matrimony
Something close to Vera Wang
if human love was her thing
No problem with Tom
he’s always Fordward on
Neither with Louie
Capital L, she’s loves him truly
She could be with any man
if he could understand
that her 123s and ABCs
were really Y-3s and A.P.Cs
The fashion doll
only in heels did she fall
Expresses it when she talks
Even more when she walks
Beauty down the way
past all the Urban Decay

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About nefie
I write to get these thoughts and stories out in the world. You can to, write your lines and comment ;)

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