Beautiful Disaster

Had a sip, with a red roasted honey crippled lip,

Which tucks in a rolled drop,

It made her go crazy with a chic hop.

Half-awake, half lost,

Find her in a frost.

Elegantly dressed giggles but 

No, suppress with the tickles.

Beautiful- she is, outside in looks,

But a messed chess-er with broken rooks.

Rich with money, feelings sunk

Fragrance sprayed, but she is drunk...

Time passed, she fell

Taking beauty along to sell.

It looks like a sweet core, but she lacks just more.

She has lost control! What is wrong with her soul!

Don't judge her by her appearance,

Vulnerable she is, SHE HAS NO FENCE 

--No Offence--