'this Young Lady, of not yet mine!'

"She doesn't give two flying fucks and neither do I! Her heart's cold, black and ashed up. She's such a fucking stone in this imaginary state of mind. Why is she living in my head, which is so unknown to me while I write this line. When she's around, can't resist her charm, cuteness and devine. Shes my worst nightmare, of all things right and wrong.. "