Dori

adrift

 

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

 

 

Comments3

  • Neville

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

  • Yorelzinala

    brilliant!

  • daydreaming

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



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