Certified Damsel In DistressA Poem by Jane DoeCertified Damsel In DistressIt's funny how, You try to impress, But I still remain, A certified damsel in distress.
I ake in pain, You don't even care, Your distracted elsewhere, vain, But I scream in agony when you touch my hair.
You touch me, And it's the end of this mess, I scream and kick proof that im a, Certified damsel in distress.
I taste dead people tastes uncooked, See how they smell, Smell how they look, I am a damsel in distress.
I sob and cry, Then I smile and caress, Then I scream my wildest dreams, I am a damsel in distress. © 2012 Jane Doe |
Stats
136 Views
3 Reviews Added on January 26, 2012 Last Updated on January 28, 2012 AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|