And she speaks...
"Who am I, where am I,
What road am I taking?
Twist and turns, jagged cornes,
I'm failing."
And she thinks....
"I'm but a bitter whore,
Trying to survive.
I wanted so much more,
But am just happy to be alive."
Casted out by man,
Rejected by the lord,
She turn toward satan,
That four letter word.
Innocence fades in the powder,
Up in smoke it floats.
Snort another line, feel the power,
Get lost within the coke.
And she believes...
She is nothing much,
But a memory you can't erase.
Just that stupid slut,
That you can't seem to replace.
Beautiful and leathal,
Such a bitter gorgeouse face.
A living doll traced with scars,
She's everyhting you love to hate.
Confusion wraps you up,
You get lost within her eyes.
She is so transperent,
Look beyond her disguise.
She is there,
waiting to be saved,
So filthy, so elequant,
"Oh behave".
Is she really a nasty whore?
Or innocent and sweet.
she's all you'll ever want and more,
Is everything you'll need.
Author notes
this is about how people percieve themselfs so much differently and how depression feels.
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wow, I'm glad you rewrote it, its so much better, I love it great write
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thank you and hehehe the first write was done while a tad bit inebriated lolz....
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I think the ending isn't as powerful as the begining, I also though it could use a nice metaphor to start off the poem.
She's everyhting you love and hate
that line is a little too clichem,
but it was a nice poem
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i re-wrote it if you'd like to read it again.
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