"anoeroxic" poems
'Oh what a beautiful picture!'
' Oh what a beautiful girl in it!'
'Oh yes, a beautiful picture!'
'Oh what do you about the girl in it?'
Her eyes betray her ancient grief,
A new shelter every week; with no
home in between,
Her smile wide, hiding her fears her
minds been so with preocupied
Would he come in tonight?
Her cheeks flushed, shamed to be
anoeroxic,
Afterall, no one likes less than a
perfect ***** to be with,
Her makeup fresh, her scar invisible
underneath it,
Should have never accepted all those
hits and kicks to begin with,
Her shoulders back; they hurt,
Her bump showing; eight months to
go and she does'nt even know it.
'Oh yes a beautiful picture!'
'Oh what a broken girl in it!'
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC