A pair of red lips
Are found in a dark abyss
To be seen as something lustful
But doesn't meet its true desire.
A desire that is joyful
But they touch something painful.
She is beautiful
But the one she loves
Will never be found.
Instead the men around her
Look for something round
And to bring joy to themselves
But not to her, for they care
Less.
It's a mess
For her to see the sleeping drunk
Bodies
Surround her with lack of
Respect.
But what did she expect
When she gave herself to them?
The man she loves
Will never notice, never care
And this pain she
Cannot bear.
She ends herself here.
11/17/2016
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Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
