My Life In Words
Vanity
Her name was Vanity,
A very good friend
to me.
Her hair was golden
as wheat,
Her soul wouldn't
take defeat.
Her eyes sparkled like
diamonds of blue,
And if she met you once
She would never forget
you.
Her name was Vanity,
She was a very good
friend to me,
Her spirit so much
wanted to be free,
So she lived too fast
with too much play,
She met her maker
on the same day.
Her name was Vanity,
She was a good friend
to me.
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