mesmerizing, it's not taunting
glamour; no shining
his mascara running
while he's with someone else
her mother's love;
what she wanted
but never experienced
her eyes were nice too me
her smile were too young
to understand
his hands,
left a bruise on her body
everything were different
when she was a baby
her hair were dark as night
put some make up on
just impress guys
her right
were never hers
every day and night
she was pretty as Sarah
but she never experienced
that princess treatment
she wanted from her mother
Cath Lynn,
where have you been?
it's been 3,956 days
have been past
since you left town
Cath Lynn,
i know you're tired
don't left town
just for a guy
who hits you
like a clown.
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
