The actress cries
Cameras blink
Gossips flood
Slanderous women fabricate-
Fantastic rosy to murky stories
Quixotic youth dream of being epic heroes
Saving her from the grip of demons
And cunning wolves smell hot blood
In saline realities of her moist cheeks
The actress cries
Salty tears flow
Out of her wounded heart
Through her lovely cheeks of innocence
Undoing her make up
Exposing her beauty
Her womanhood
Her frailty
And her weakness
To sleep on the warm comfort of his hairy chest
Cameras blink
Gossips flood
Slanderous women fabricate-
Fantastic rosy to murky stories
Quixotic youth dream of being epic heroes
Saving her from the grip of demons
And cunning wolves smell hot blood
In saline realities of her moist cheeks
The actress cries
Salty tears flow
Out of her wounded heart
Through her lovely cheeks of innocence
Undoing her make up
Exposing her beauty
Her womanhood
Her frailty
And her weakness
To sleep on the warm comfort of his hairy chest
4 comments:
hi hi. meek end.
looks are deceptive..never really thought u've this talent too..good work..keep it up
..........all of it
seems to b a sensible nonsense..
really deserves appreciation...
That last line was unexpected and impressive. You really pulled off a coup with that one.
And if one reads the poem again one could find it funny. You know, 'hairy chest' :)
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