mots à maux

XVI

Tell me am I destined to be
Something not wanted as a whole?
Tell me is my softness's skin
More than what I've got in my soul?
Was I made to be only kissed
Not for my words but for my taste?
Does my thighs and my collarbones
Are sexier than simple deep late convos ?
In which world moans are attractive
Way more than any poetry?
When did my heart been reduced as
A meal for people that I'd like?

Where went the little girl I was ?
They saw only her wide smiles
Then she grew up her body too
And looks turned into greed for use.