Tears fall from sightless eyes,
and sympathy is passed around
like just another two dollar
whore...
Chipped polish,
cracked lips,
and lying eyes...
Say "I love you" once again
You know she long ago discovered
just how
little those words can mean.
Soft hands,
softer words,
and those beautiful...
tragic...
dead eyes.
She'll smile that perfect smile
while you whisper vile endearments
into over-used skin
and under-loved bone...
She'll scream for you,
she'll cry for you,
but at the end of it all
you'll be
just another two dollar
whore.






Well thank you so much darlin.







) thankyou for giving me food for thought and thankyou for running such a lovely contest.






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