Nails painted but cracked and repaired,
makeup applied but new on top of old
clothes appear clean but with a musty old smell
her hair loosely done ******* with a scarf
once had a style and has seen better days,
she wanders into the bar she has entered so many times
looking for that one person to make her reason rhyme
but the barman reminds her in the fact she is bard
and ends up on the street where life is hard
no one cares about her drug filled abuse
she will wander the streets until her death has an excuse..

Sheila
27-11-2014