Interrupted

Clear glassy white eyes,

surprised that behind these eyelids she harbors lies.

Her conscious not content

Contempt for growing up poor,

So she lies intimate with materialism

She becomes distrust.



Men resent disloyalty.

Noticing her slithery cunning ways

Miss buy me this buy me that...

They let her go, cut ties no hope for any kind of relations

She stoops into inebriation

Miss drink this drink that

Short dresses, parties

tequila in shot glasses.

"I know where the men are, no panties!"



Ears touch whispers

the word whore gains strength



This is what they told me

never having met

clearly there was no reason to disagree.

But the soul in front of me burns with passion

her aura is gorgeous.

Her face scared by pain

but lately a smile has risen from this gloom

she was labeled doom, a blood sucking, money hungry demon

Really?This Bliss?



A flower bloomed in a dark room

with an enticing aroma in a house of broken bricks, batter

and bear feet

To feel, she has to strangle her childhood

To breath, she needs room.