Do you like being swarmed with girls?
I am a wife, and I resort to vanity
so you may lay your eyes on me.
Can you count them with your fingers? Count them with your toes?
I spiraled down a flight of stairs, and another hooker stared.
You and I, we make a family, but you have orphaned me
to so many, vibrant birds.
Respect cannot be formed when malice lines my tongue;
holding on for some hope that you may learn the discipline
of marriage.
Alone in the darkness, even the day, a husband who's judges value
based on the women under his wing.
Do you include me when you count your baby birds?
These young women, made up, short skirts, long legs, browned to perfection
am I part of the number?
But I question this, every time my mind stumbles across my so called
misery:
if I leave
will I fly free?
Or have you clipped my wings?
Author notes
x Panic At The Disco
Word Bank 3:
-Discipline
-Malice
-Respect
-Vanity
-Orphan
-Alone
A contest entry
- Do You Have What It Takes ? by just weak hands.
800 points, ended December 12, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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well that was interesting. i like how it was told as a story, so that was good. i like it when things are different. good luck in the contest and thanks for entering!
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I love the rich words that you used and the style of your work. This is a very strong poem and I am glad that you have written it.
Keep writing,
McCayle
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