The Untold Story
The Untold Story
She's what You Call a Whore!
You see that girl in pink laced frock
with makeup too bright.
With eyes full of tears
a voice so polite.
She stands there laughing and giggling
inside she cries..
Bitten, Scratched and clawed,
Can you count how many tears she's ever dropped?
Used Badly, Treated Crassly.
Darkness around her eyes; she hides.
Fake smiles and struggles to sparkle brightly.
Once, she lived a scintillating life,
which has now completely faded.
Breathes in a journey of pain and Tears; all Intimidated.
She's what You Call a Whore!
Struggles to Rise Up
Like the Fire Flame.
Ruined dignity
Lives a life of shame
Like the mute winds, She is.
Felt by everyone,
Understood by None.
Disgust, Trauma and Stress,
Disguised in this beautiful lass.
Circumstances and Luck.
Made her life Suck.
Drunk from her Hate,
Craves for Love.
Doubts;
if God ever made her soul mate?
In the thundering black night,
She stands alone.
With her Arms wide open,
Holding Hopes that somebody will, FOREVER, take her Home.
She's what You Call a Whore!