Megan

There's a kind of girl like megan 
she makes you feel some type of way
you wanna jump for joy and marvel at her 
Wish to be her 
One angry atare gives 1000 knives to the soul 
One happy glance is rainbows 
her lips are poisonous with anger in hard times 
Other times too sweet to bear 
A nurturing spirit 
Underneath red lips and sexy skirts 
Seductive,  effortlessly so 
Never nervous or incapable 
Capricious 
When she sings gospel your heart explodes 
when she sings rock your ears dont bleed as frequently 
A special gift from god
Her worth more than 50 million 
Queen bee of the modern world...stopping us in our tracks.....