2 Cute 2 Scare

I was always too cute

Too scare, made of cinnamon,

Sugar, and scary spice

My lips to small to calculate

Roar, eyes to wide made

Of buttons and weave

Pinching my lips shut

With guitar picks

And lemon wedges

From old aged tea

Drunk to the moon

And back on a witches

Night with black cat’s

In every sight

Yet, like every other

Female that was 2 cute

2 scare I was found in ditch

Laid deep 7 feet

In a unmarked grave