dear miss independent,
you are a star among stars,
you are so beautiful beyound distinction,
you are so perfect as Gods creation,
you are so gorgeous and adorable,
you are eloquent in speech and elegant in style,
the flawless admiration of your art is you,
you are as attractive as a miracle and as pretty as barbie
i hear,
you now have your own mansion
and you stay alone,
you drive only the latest fleet of cars
and you only travel first class,
you have powerful connections
and your resume is on check,
you are a boss where ever you appear
and business to you means 7 figures,
you eat in the finest restaurants
and your taste is quite high,
you wear only designers
and you’re friends with salvatore ferregamo,
you are less than 27
and you have no man in your life.
you say,
you are happy
and you need no man,
you want a man
but you don’t need him,
you hate the ’emotion’ called love
and you can’t be under a man based on that.
you pay up bills comfortably
and you don’t understand the word ‘man in your life’.
men are the same
and you’ld never fall prey.
but,
at night you wish you were’nt alone,
deep down you want someone to hold,
deep down you cry every night looking for that simple man,
deep down you wished he could hear you,
deep down you are scared you’ll never find him,
deep down you don’t really care about the riches of men,
deep down the kind of man you need is someone so un-popular,
at night when you hold those pillows of yours with tears, all i hear you say is ‘lord please i need him’.
i know you have been placed on high esteem but i feel the pain behind your smile. funny enough you are the type of girl i need..
dedicated to all the beautiful ladies in the world who have achieved so much on their own.
avec amour,
philtin.
My Amazing Self! 