A face on a card in a telephone booth
Along with her face to attract the uncouth,
It pains me to see that girls I once knew
As a hooker! A Whore! Where'd it all go askew?
She used to be such a respectable lass
With honour and dignity and a touch of class,
But now she's gone a bit Roxanne
Making her pennies from wandering hands.
With rips right up her fishnet tights
She rolls them down beneath the red light,
And in a room full of smoke and incense
She starts unbuttoning her innocence.
On a sleepless bed, there she lay
Legs wide open and purity on display,
Open for business! Virtue for sale!
Willing to bargain with any paying male.
I'm not the kind of guy to cry,
But something touched me inside
When I looked at the face
Of the young angel that fell from grace.
A contest entry
- #100 ... a milestone by whispernthedark.
1600 points, ended August 30, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Purity on display, very awesome! Great write, and thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
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whisper
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"When I looked at the face
Of the young angel that fell from grace." ... wow its very beautiful... in a strange way im very drawn to her pain.. i can feel it... very good
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