Cabaret dancerA Poem by Laura SparkleYou walk into the room with your big smile, looking smug. Silly plastic doll… your skirt it cut up to your thigh, Hanging by a safety pin, And that blouse is see through. Your words are just like feathers blown in a tornado They have no chance to stand alone No chance to have more meaning. You’re just a meaningless writer and I have you pinned down, My knee high on the floor between your legs, My lips pressed tightly against your ear. You like the attention I give you don’t you? Take all you can and give nothing in return? Watching me go down slowly In a ruthless path of self destruction Until I realize you’re not good for me, You’re worse than the most potent poison And then things get worse. Doesn’t it suck when all you do is beg for more, When you want all they can give and they ignore? And the tantrum begins, but it’s all too late baby We can all see through your fake writing, Through the ‘real’ experiences… yeah, right. Sorry baby, but you’re nothing more than a cabaret dancer Meaningless motions of your perfectly sculpted body… Sorry love, your writing is nothing. Told you, princess, the glass box will break soon, Should have backed off before.
© 2008 Laura SparkleAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on August 14, 2008 AuthorLaura SparkleAnywhere, CAAboutHello. All you ever need to know about me can easily be obtained by asking. So knock yourself and satisfy your curiosity. :) more..Writing
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