Cigarettes and
red nail polish,
and one night stands,
that's what little girls are made of.
Bright blue pills and
soft pink lips,
and whiskey soaked nights
laced in regret,
that's what little girls are made of.
The sharp boys who whisper
behind street lamps in parks
know nothing of
what little girls are made of.
Broken hearts,
crushed dreams,
bitter souls, and
black coffee,
that's what little girls are made of.
Tear tracks and
bloodstains,
bruised knuckles and
fire.
That's what little girls are made of.