Would you Still be Pretty With Your Teeth Kicked In?A Poem by kera moondustAbout a chick I'm not horribly fond of.She’s not an
angel but people think she is without wings and booze dipped lips Just a
pretty face all decorated up with the Christmas glow of an upturned nose Chestnut colored
hair, a thin frame and cold eyes that freeze your blood to slushy I won’t say
much for her brain. She burnt
all that on smoke and pills I’m not
unkind Unpleasant Uncool Or ya know I
probably am At least to
her and her tiny fingers knee deep in her own filth She’s always
looking at me with eyes spelling out the words TRASH Am I just
not the right kind of party for her good looking crew of bad news? Her eyes can’t
catch on mine. She’s not a decent enough person for that She’s ignoring
me even now As we’re
streets apart having the same soiree with a different group of broken lovers Every night. I’m sitting next to her Or I was some days and nights She’s still betraying me with her bony ribcaged lungs Waiting to be hacked out of her existence with a saw Her gaze is too busy on glowing screens and smoke screens Glazed over gazes don’t touch Boy if that’s not a distinguishable scent of booze Blood And green smoke She smells like poison, god damn it I know it’s not me Under my exterior F**k. I’m just trying to be friendly after all I could really careless for a real B***h Like her Everything will be A ok So long as she keeps her place in the shadows of my dumpster And remembers Looks fade. And I’m not worried about it She’ll see high schools almost over And in a few years I check where her bad decisions take her Verses Me. © 2012 kera moondustAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkera moondustSan Francisco, CAAboutI’m Tori =) Kera is an alias, so do call me by my real name. This is usually where I tell you about me. I’m insane there aren’t many questions on the matter. I love life don&rsqu.. more..Writing
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