Wolf Girl.

Pink lips,
Pale skin,
She's the type you should reel in.

Stuck behind a glass world,
Wearing one anklet.
Always wrapped around her blanket.

She might have a thing,
For Taylor a.k.a 'Wolf Boy'.
That's why she's called the Wolf Girl.

Her hair tied,
Holding her teddy tonight.
While you're in another land.

Her face smiles,
Showing off her dimples.
Every time you call her 'Mine'

Feeling like a miss-fit,
Every time you hang up on her.
All she wants is another hug,
And get hit with love bug.

Lately her face beams,
At each look in your eyes.
And at the sound of your voice.

Sings out like a humming bird
And in fights,
She'll be a mocking bird.

She's gentle as the feather,
Keeps changing moods like the weather.
Her head dipped in love stories and love songs.
She holds onto relationships that last long.

She'll always be my daydream.
Whilst you play around with my angel.
But I'll hope for a better life,
'Cause in my bitter heart she feel hard.