beautiful dress up, head to toe,
when wanting to go to bars with hoes.
why are hearts heavy when
you think too much,
why do you drink when it becomes too real?
faced up, hands on hips,
swaying grinding, the muses's lips
placing kisses when
you never ask,
why does the vulture come close to me?
quick turn of your lip,
a fall of grace with beauty.
as the night grows long when
you cradled him
why does the moment feel so wrong?
YOU ARE READING
mind of a girl
PoetryAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
