He stripped her of her sanity leaving her bare
She was holding on to something that wasn't there
They thought she didn't have a care in the world
Since her cheeks were intentionally flushed her body was what she sold
But her body of gold was Beginning to grow cold
Everyday hands feeling her skin was no longer the same
She was losing her mind,
Forgetting her name
And it meant nothing to her, all of this fame
It was meaningless, so pointless
So worthless
So a gun to her head is how she ended it.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoesíaPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
