Hoolihooli

A work of art; painting hung high

I look outside and I see 

that there is a bastard and it’s me 

i wish I lived in a painting 

I wouldn’t have to worry people will hate me 

hang me up in a gallery 

I am just another Mallory 

if I were a work of art people could admire 

If i was hung up high maybe it could make my spirits even higher 

Think about my meaning cause it’s one I don’t know either 

at least if I was a painting I wouldn’t be an eyesore 

instead of my love that could never come to fruition 

I could give people an ambition 

and for once maybe he would see my features all of the bright and vivid tones 

combined with my shadows 

Possibly that way he’d actually fall in love with me