American Beauty

Fear no messenger! Behold the skew with a charm. A lattice for her mystique. Infinitely quotable…never disputable. Only an American Beauty when holding my poor grammar in her hands. Within seconds she can embellish my pride by provoking a grand stand. All too often I am composed of complacency to daily duties. Still, as mystics do, what they do! My American Beauty can see directly through. Ceaselessly, I am a pitiful calamity Jane misinterpreting her chores. I am the forgotten item at a grocery store. I am a slapstick Jester in the courtship of an American Beauty. She is a … Continue reading American Beauty