![]() Day Old Tarts and Unbeating HeartsA Poem by devon![]() Tortured Reality gave me three words (Cookie, Dog, and Fire) and this is what I came up with.![]() Father always told her, Men only want one thing from a girl. But when the drunks howl like a dog, She charges to touch far more than her curls. Any walls that stood ever so nobly ‘Round the tender of her heart, Now crumbled like a cookie, And rotted much like a day old tart. Daddy never warned his darling daughter, Of the self-loathing fire She would burn inside, for making A pretty penny and feeding men’s desires. The gates of her heart have fallen, Just as she has to the grimy floor, Her still and lifeless body Mattering to the world no more. © 2012 devonFeatured Review
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