Unsure little girls paint
Their sniveling faces,
Hoping to snag a
Few more of
Those little
Boys who
Will use
Them,
Spit them
Out, wasted
And broken;
Lost. Then on
To the next unsure
Little girl, already soft.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
a collection of things I have written in college
No comments:
Post a Comment