RARE

RARE

Hey! I’m Rare.

Like no one there.

When the sun comes up and night falls down.

I cry so loud and never too proud.

It’s been a while and I haven’t missed you.

I don’t know if you’re fine or just too screwed.

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna hear.

Because Darling now I know that I’m Rare.

I happen once and never twice.

Over you, now I prefer fries.

Ain’t got regrets, ain’t got malice.

I admit that I ain’t Alice.

But this is my wonderland that I won’t share.

Now you better cry; Damn she’s Rare.

-Milka Sultan