Good god you're in a freaking mess .
Over cultured under-dressed.
A pearl living in suburbia.
A face crippled by wrinkles.
Support offered only, by undernourished blood and bone.
You try to raise a smile, but your supportive cement foundation breaks.
Your lips a shade of putrid pink.
Once a girl of glamour.
Sported a pearl necklace.
A sporty kind of gal.
Etiquette on legs.
Standing before me.
After the night that she fell from grace.
Society disgrace.
Just high and mighty dregs left behind.
Sediment at the base of an old whine bottle.
I cared enough to notice you.
Must have been the nurse in me.
I stopped.
We chatted.
I saw how you felt.
I felt it too.
We drank tea together.
I rested the leather on the soles, of my overworked shoes.
I so enjoyed the moments I spent.
Those spent creating you deep in my mind.
(C) Livvi
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Good god you're in a freaking mess .
Over cultured under-dressed.
A pearl living in suburbia.
A face crippled by wrinkles.
Support offered only, by undernourished blood and bone.
You try to raise a smile, but your supportive cement foundation breaks.
Your lips a shade of putrid pink.
Once a girl of glamour.
Sported a pearl necklace.
A sporty kind of gal.
Etiquette on legs.
Standing before me.
After the night that she fell from grace.
Society disgrace.
Just high and mighty dregs left behind.
Sediment at the base of an old whine bottle.
I cared enough to notice you.
Must have been the nurse in me.
I stopped.
We chatted.
I saw how you felt.
I felt it too.
We drank tea together.
I rested the leather on the soles, of my overworked shoes.
I so enjoyed the moments I spent.
Those spent creating you deep in my mind.
(C) Livvi
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