Empty Flower Pot

She was slender as a willow wand

And clearer than clear water

And more beautiful than any queen

Was she

.

Her hair was like tumbling gold

That fell about her pretty face

Her skin was smooth as oil

She was Pale as a ghost

And pretty as a canary

.

Her eyes were blue as summer sky

And deeper than the deepest well

Her lips red as cherries

And always ready for a smile

.

Her laugh was like tinkling bells

Joyous and engaging

Her voice was so addicting

Almost like Crack cocaine

.

But deep inside

She was not so nice

She had no soul

Like an empty flower pot

And beauty is so fleeting

.

One day her slenderness will disappear

hair will turn to gray

Her skin will sag and crack

Her vision fade

And her voice begin to rough

.

But inside

Her soul will still be empty

And she will be alone

For who wants to be

With an empty flower pot