Beaten,abused,and for years,she's been neglected
The sun and salt air, has aged her skin
And her beauty, is now gone
Left in a room, and the drawers of secrets,she holds inside
Are still, precious to her
And you can't put a value,on all that she hides
Even though, she holds the scars
And black and blue bruises,of all the pounding
She still stands by his side,and keeps the pain
She can't measure or feel, and is left feeling un-useable
Like a piece of shit
She still has that pet&cock,and she lets them spanner
Her heart valve, Harley works
She tries to kick&stand,but Harley feels any gauge
Her hind,rim locks at times
And her spine,feels like needle bearings, rolling around
She feels rivets in her head,like a 490 ran her over
Her back has a unobtainium rod,to keep it straight
"You can't judge by the cover,but what's in the box"
If I was to take her from you
All the years and memories she gave you,will be gone
But her beauty is there,and with a brush and some red
Around her lip,and even her hand-dulls as they may be
With a little silver,will brighten them up
A jewel once more! She is now priceless

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