"Your Type?"
One day he spoke to me
And asked me what type
Of person are you?
Muttering the words in her mind.
She replied:
I am the type of girl,
With the music turned up loud
With the base about to blow
I am the type of girl,
You'll find at the park at 4am
Singing to herself
All the melodies in her mind
I am the type of girl,
With a bowl in her hand
And a smile on her face
I am the type of girl,
You'll find locks the power inside
To do things beyound
Your wildest imagination
But in order to see,
You must believe..
Because I'm the type of girl
That will never see herself
As a part of life's beauty