She’s like Chicago

Source: coffee

She’s got glitter in her hair;

There’s glitter in her soul.

With sad eyes,

Who’ve seen what she’s done.

She’s as fun as you want her to be.

She’s as evil as you think you are.

Her rhythm is all you want.

Her blues is all you need.

With coquettish warmth,

She turns steel shades of magenta

And train tracks rainbow hues.

She‘ll gut you with her coldness.

A trick to see who’s real.

And those who stick around past May

Will never be the same.