a poem for some girls I know…

a poem for some girls I know

~

the tutu that was love

ripped shreds of a heart

a chair where we waited for the phone to ring

windows we looked out of, watching rain

a child he didn’t want

paychecks we had to earn

dance floors where we waited

a fluffed dress meant to catch an eye

the slug that meant endurance

a kiss we dreamed existed

the guard we never let down

a tear in the eye

something that froze itself

arms that were like branches

lips, an upturned chalice

bastards full of pain

at night, the endless rain

~

 

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