Isn't she beautiful, with her make-up caked on?
Cigarette smoke trailing her exhale.
Clothes rumpled and loose
like her skin freckled and pale
Scarred by deep purple memories.
Blue eyes glassy and far away
day dreaming on her clouds
of every wish left for Someday
Faded, vacant hopes are all she has
The only thing holding her up
when the weight of the world
is dragging her down, down...
Down beneath the eroded footsteps
made by the mistakes of her elders
The empty room echoes regrets.
The sound of dry leaves against concrete
her sigh of defeat and fear
as if her breath worries it may never return
to the deflated lungs of a living corpse
Smiling in the cracked and dirty mirror
She smells her cigarettes and stale perfume
a less than subtle scent that conquers the room
thinking to herself, "Oh aren't we beautiful?"
