Your pale skinned girl
whose roses thorns
pierce, red tainted
cheeks
You take the blood
from her finger tips
pricked, smearing
circles
Bright blue eyes sparkle
akin to, the chandelier
above her willowed out
self
Her eyes always glistened
more when, they were
heavy from always
weeping
Sadness had a taste
salt water falls on open
grazes, where cuffs clasped
her
Today was liberation
sold on from one buyer
to another, man of
taste
Her beauty had a price
she was, the first price sale
this bidding meant a new
dress
Today she was virginal
pure white, floral, leaving
an opened button for the
imagination
He lied about her age
a teenager, he said as
her face smiled, so
innocent
In all truth this girl had been
captured since, her teens
for at least a decade has now
passed
*Roll up
Roll up
Next sale
Next girl*
How they flock to this
blonde haired girl
not woman, they prefer little
girls.
© Sia Jane
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Your pale skinned girl
whose roses thorns
pierce, red tainted
cheeks
You take the blood
from her finger tips
pricked, smearing
circles
Bright blue eyes sparkle
akin to, the chandelier
above her willowed out
self
Her eyes always glistened
more when, they were
heavy from always
weeping
Sadness had a taste
salt water falls on open
grazes, where cuffs clasped
her
Today was liberation
sold on from one buyer
to another, man of
taste
Her beauty had a price
she was, the first price sale
this bidding meant a new
dress
Today she was virginal
pure white, floral, leaving
an opened button for the
imagination
He lied about her age
a teenager, he said as
her face smiled, so
innocent
In all truth this girl had been
captured since, her teens
for at least a decade has now
passed
*Roll up
Roll up
Next sale
Next girl*
How they flock to this
blonde haired girl
not woman, they prefer little
girls.
© Sia Jane