As she stands in the rain
hair stuck to her lip gloss
she cries mascara
running
another guy gone
another piece missing from her precious heart
she runs
and runs with nothing left
she wipes her lip gloss
and smears her mascara
and she cuts her hair as short as can
be
as the hair falls to the floor
she was not a she anymore
her broken heart had showed her
that being what other people wanted was not an option
she traded her dresses and heels
for sneakers and some wheels
for she was not a she
anymore
as broken as be may be
another world we're he was a she
would love be found
not in falseness
but in beauty
with love
can someone be truly
loved
YOU ARE READING
A night of fire and ice
PoetryThis is my slam poetry book, please don't stealany of my work, I give everything to it, so thank you
