She loved to move her feet, dance off beat
And flutter with the fond of palm trees,
She loved to sip her coffee, in the morning,
like she was toffy,
While sitting in her crumpled up denims,
She loved her baggy outfits, polarized glasses,
With her hair tousled all over,
She loved to take the thrills a lil far,
With her arms wide open in a convertible car,
She loved to perm her nails, check her mails,
Feel the wind between her fingers,
She loved to see me cry,
And when I did, she'd immediately become sober,
She loved the fun places, making funny faces,
She lived somewhat like a cartoon,
She loved the fantasies, party by the sea
In her not so fine negligée,
Although, it looked kinda cool.
What I didn't know; she was dexterous with her hands,
Picking things that were not hers,
She was regular to me and with these,
I knew her insides and out,
I hadn't suspicions or whatever,
Even when she walked down the path,
So I thought, but what was, was, stories said,
She had been nabbed.
It made the headlines, before I found out,
She always had her eyes on the price,
That the moment she stepped in
And commenced with her scripted Alibi,
The first thing she secured, was the whole of my heart.

© Cogua