not a poem, but a short song i wrote about someone.

she doesn't mind,
sleeping on the couch.
she doesn't care,
for products in her hair.

she's so damn beautiful,
sleeping on the couch,
she's so damn beautiful,
breathin in and out.

and when the tvs on,
remote is by her side,
can't seem to make up my mind,
what to cook for her tonight.

and then she wakes up,
and takes a,
cigarette from her purse.
sparking the smoking machine
what an elegant scene tonight.

she's so damn beautiful,
sleeping on the couch,
she's so damn beautiful,
breathin in and out.