Make up in fake facade,
Encased with insignificance,
All she wants is money,
For fun maybe,
Or to feed her rabid habit,
In short skirt and makeup,
She'll dance for the pennies you throw and maybe more,
A heart of gold,
Dressed purely as sad *****
Will show her goods and chattels for a moment out of time,
May drift in to a world of tragedy,
Labelled as a crime,
She may not find a reason and I guess she cannot rhyme.
She'll do nothing for you unless you pay for time!
(And no this is not me, it's just a poem!)
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
Make up in fake facade,
Encased with insignificance,
All she wants is money,
For fun maybe,
Or to feed her rabid habit,
In short skirt and makeup,
She'll dance for the pennies you throw and maybe more,
A heart of gold,
Dressed purely as sad *****
Will show her goods and chattels for a moment out of time,
May drift in to a world of tragedy,
Labelled as a crime,
She may not find a reason and I guess she cannot rhyme.
She'll do nothing for you unless you pay for time!
(And no this is not me, it's just a poem!)
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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