She is the queen of thistles -thorns -
A beauty behind shades
A pain in disguise
A tale gone wrong.
She's the glory behind shame
The make-up as a mask
To hide her bitter story
The lass in vagrant nature.
She's the dishevelled beauty
The one whose gold went wrong
Whose dreams are sordid mares
The distraught mind between the devil and the deep blue sea.
She's the beauty of the street
Bathe in ironic glory
The one who hides behind the mask
And the fake glitters of the world.
She's the hapless lad with a golden- shattered heart
Like the make-up on her cheeks
Who got caught the wrong side of the world, born in a meshed world!