she often dresses for a dare

but in the corner she lies bare

not a grin nor a glare

she always wears a vacant stare


and on her lips she spells deceit

another record she could beat

not of the cold nor the heat

but around the bend she'll take a seat


she never hung around as much

as the borrowed girls or weathered such

her one true love became a crutch

and through desire she lost her touch



  • Author: D (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2019 03:22
  • Category: Surrealist
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  • Neville

    a nice little poem with a slightly sad taint.... certainly enjoyed.... Neville

  • Yorelzinala


  • daydreaming

    This verses describe a sad yet beautiful soul. Is that you? Beautiful poem! Just beautiful.

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