Hello, new here. Just another poet.
A photographic memory
Turn tables picture perfect assembly
Her eyes flicker
Drugs spread like great seas
Throughout her veins
Laughter tugs at your heart
She lives to please
Grasshoppers legs move slower then her words to your ears
Let her feel at ease
Her fathers drug induced coma
Fifth suicide attempt, successful
Led her to drug dripped tears
Her cheeks are always rosy pink
Constant blushing but she'll claim it's rosasa. No ones clear
Studded jacket covered in pins and patches
All her jeans are faded, ripped at the knees and black
What's the big deal?
She's an observer upon higher authorities
Her words can run deep if she favors you she'll make you feel
Not many who pass through or cling to her can she have appreciation for. So bail.
Her heart is of a curious child's
perhaps around the age of fourteen
She yearns for answers, wide eyed sun kissed child.
Her ship is off at sail