Woe to the Pretty GirlsA Poem by Julia Ledo
Smokey eyes
Mystery disguise Fooling all the guys Send them a smile Stay for a while Lily of the Nile They grip your hips Kiss your lips Leave you tips Woe to the pretty girls Long hair, pretty curls Personal pearls Entertain the fools Society's rules Cater to tools They're only caring About what you were wearing Not what you're bearing Woe to you Helen of Troy For trusting that boy You shouldn't have been coy This world of no take backs It's you who gets the axe Who slips through the cracks The bars a hunting ground And you were found Flash forward, you're getting round You were a quick screw But you didn't want to And no one believes what's true You were only a pretty face Goal for third base Woe to that bit of lace Skin fair That hair Clothes tear Woe to you, pretty thing Above queen is King On a crappy box spring Sometimes you still feel his teeth Flashbacks of you underneath It only hurts when you breathe He's a football star And all you were, all you are A girl, alone at the bar
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Added on January 22, 2016Last Updated on January 22, 2016 Tags: rape mention, rape, sex, girls, broken heart, pregnancy AuthorJulia LedoMAAboutI write sappy things, sentimental things, mushy love things, and sometimes I write good stuff. Eat your heart out tough guy more..Writing
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