Goddes of Skinny Jeans

Long tangled hair,

And a sense of style that is all her own.

She is the goddess of skinny jeans,

And worn out shoes.

A girl who is all her own.

And no one elses.

SHe does what she pleases,

And worries about no one.

She will step on toes if needed,

But never on purpose.

She is an urban queen,

Ruler of the city.

Rain could not stop her,

Nor could snow.

The queen of the city can not be stopped.

She trudges on with headphones in,

Music blarring, playing out a fantasy world.

A world where she could get away.

It seems so close,

Only a decision away.

She splashes through the rain.

She is on a mission,

Converse full of water.

But she doesnt care.

She runs to catch the city bus.

Unaware of the stares.

People look with jealousy.

Wishing they had the spunk of...

The goddess of skinny jeans.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

I would look with jealousy,ha ha seeing all that spirits
nothing will stop her not the rain nor the snow
headphones in ,music blaring playing a fantasy world
a world where she could get away,splashes through the rain
she is like on a mission,no care in the world..
I loved your character ,you told a lovely story here
how I would love people to be always in that spirit
nothing will pull them down..love it that way
lovely write..

[deeps]

The queen of the city can not be stopped.
She trudges on with headphones in,
Music blarring, playing out a fantasy world.
A world where she could get away.

I love these lines here, This is one wonderful write here.
A most enjoyable read.