The smell of smoke covered by the cheap fragrance of lavender...
walking down the crowded halls seeings faces smeared past the walls
i hold my books and walk face down...
the smell of smoke covering my face, the smell of lavender following soon after, i shake it off and keep walking faster.
Cheap. She sold herself so cheap. she is nothing more than a lavender covered whore...
the words enter my mind and stay longer than i wish...
Cheap i say to myself... i will never be like her...
the smell of smoke covered by the cheap fragrance of lavender...
i keep walking down the crowded halls... Faces become more distinct now, i can think clear now...
Cheap, but sold... gone and out of my life... nothing more than a lavender covered whore...
♥ Samanatha Ann♥Marie
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Written April 26th, 2006
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hey i reallly liked this poem... it was different from most of the poetry on this site, not depressing and not a stupid attempt at comedy, but ultimatly interesting. Its not really any display of emotion at all but more of a desperate desire to create your destiney and not be trapped in the life that was plannedd for you. great job with this... i hope to read more
~William/Allys
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