Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
She is a billboard on the walls of train platforms
With the corners and edges coated in dirt
She remains there hanging and slowly being torn
But yet she never complained about being hurt.

Adverts of tampons and pads
Amongst some other strange fads
Bombarded the beauty of the billboard.
She was something money could never afford.

He came across the billboard.
Stared in admiration. ...
Star Gazer
Written by
Star Gazer
Please log in to view and add comments on poems