Cute as a Button ~
She is cute as a button but that button is sewed onto the dark lapels of the devil
She’s a handful, a handful of hurt with a side of outrageousness
spilling over onto the floor and making a hell of a mess
for me to clean up.
Cheeky smiling girl,
Oh, what a monkey you are…
Come down from that fucking tree, you are much
too high and the wind is howling
and the bough is ready to break.
Miss dangerous. A big red light blinking.
But would I take her any other way?
That corner, that question mark, that hill
I want to turn it each time, see the answer revealed
and the top to be reached.
could ever be.
by Philip Wardlow