She raises the roof
Takes the bull by the horns
Is the beautiful rose before you
With all its nasty thorns.
She puts her foot to the ground
Then raises the stakes
Creates a disaster
Makes plenty of mistakes.
Cries in lieu of the storm
Raises from the ashes at night
Silently sits while you talk
Then decides to pick a fight.
She is the fire you seek in the ice
When the cold has taken hold
A nasty respite in the summer
When you get this terrible cold.
She is everything you’ve wanted
Yet some things you didn’t know
You learn from her your meaning
Within a love, you grow.
In the meantime she is restless
You must learn to sooth her soul
Tell her she’s your diamond
And that shit is made from coal.
She’ll trample flowers in the field
Because it wasn’t their turn to bloom
Rip the chord of an angry sailor
Then quietly leave the room
You must the comfort she seeks
Answer all of her “why’s”
Be the reason when she stands on that cliff
That she lives, and not dies.
Because just now, she doesn’t care.