Poems from dietmtnlou
only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean -
red pouty lips matching her
big doe eyes,
lolita.
cracked smile shining brighter than...
and like lana said,
the kids were young and pretty.
as were you.
you've always been exceptionally lovely,
but today it was different....
angels exist only in the bare souls
of your eyes.
careless, all you've know was fear.
fear that you will not be enough for them.
isn't it...
you were easy on my eyes, you were heavy on my heart
you are, in fact, the most lovely thing i have ever seen. your metallic, two-toned...
the darkness called for her;
she did not answer.
she could not answer-
bound, her mind thrown somewhere off stage.
oh mother dear, please...