My Dark Poems

Exotic Dancer

She leaves the house

Locking the door

Remembering she left her sash

On the bedroom floor

Her blonde hair

Whips in the wind

Her blue eyes seem clear

It's all just pretend

She awaits for her time

Puts on clothes that shine

Sparkles and glitters

To get rid of the jitters

Her mask is on

Her face is gone

And her soul is withdrawn

As she walks into the lights

To put on a show

Even when she fights herself

She seems to glow

Her moves are elegant

Her twist are supreme

As her long legs circle

The metal pole

She's chained

Not free

Their eyes stare deep

Trying to make a connection

She will not be able to keep

Her hips swish from side to side

Leaving the audience

Wanting to oblige

She's wanted to dance

Since she was five

But ballet was more

her type

Her dad left when she was ten

And ever since then

She's been drowning in Sin

Lost in the sea

But still trying to breathe

But whatever

She's an exotic dancer

Who cares about her story