I was chaos

 

 

I was chaos in delicate lace,

in satin and taffeta; a pretty face

what they see is what I let

a peek behind; they may regret.

 

I was chaos in delicate lace,

with smiles charming--- tears no trace

lips with chapstick; smudge on side

nothing but a breathless ride.

 

I was chaos in delicate lace,

disarray with class and taste

I reek of Chanel and all things sweet,

nothing but a foul treat.

 

I was chaos in delicate lace,

only but a pretty face

a troubled heart and restless mind,

a woman whose love is always blind.

 

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