I hear the lost girl's cries surrounding the ambiance of bright lights and car engines revving, The high heels clicking, The deep exhales after injection lost in the depths of despair.
The body cravings overtaking resiliency of the sex craved vixen surviving by finding financial security through misplaced lust. The eternal fire burning constantly hoping 4 everlasting comfort after hardships and teary eyes.
The tears are silent the torment is visible, stretching the wrinkles that were once invisible. You see she finds comfort in the streets of the bewildered and hopeless peasants, Of gun shots and polices sirens blaring through the night's air. She marches in her stiletto's hoping 4 2nd life after going through hell.
She hides her emotions shielding pain & heartache behind eye liner and make up covering black eyes inflicted by the disarrayed lost soul of desperate men. Masquerading in high heel pumps and short dresses with her offspring laying astray starving in her crib. Can u hear that little girl's cries? Her mom does and it rings internally in her heart strings 4ever.
