Simple Plan

Some loved her like their cup of tea
A zest of refreshment in their boring lives
Not essential to survive
but 'good to have'

Some traced the leaf shaped birthmark on her back
Called her sexy as she lay in their beds
She could read their false feelings
in mirrors on the ceilings

Some drowning ones held on to her
Like a floating plank in the ocean
She wondered they never had an inkling
her ship has always been sinking

Some were fascinated by
blue streaks in her hair
It was the matter of time, she thought
before they called her a crackpot

Years gone by since someone knew
how she loves her tea gone cold
and since someone held her
with no intention to kiss

Someone needs to put away
the glass of wine in her hand
Someone needs to come up with a simple plan
to stop a passionate soul joining cynical clan