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She Sits Alone

Contributed by pisces101 on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 10:32:04 PM in AEST
Topic: secrets



She Sits Alone"

Theres a stranger in this room
The pretty one with a pretty smile.frown
Wheres her heart gone?
What has she lost? What has she found?

Theres something quiet beneath her screams
Something no one sees
Underneath her dyed black hair
and the six inch patent leather on her feet.

Maybe someone tried to pull her through
Just too many times
Maybe somebody tried to mold her into
A shape that just wasnt her size

What lies beneath her pinstripe jacket?
What story comes from that cigarette?
Besides bones that ache from her own neglect
And the smoke inside of her chest

That shade of deep red says it all.
She wears that lipstick well
Shes kept those memories in her make-up bag
With a couple four-letter words to spell.

Paris? Or Provocateur?
Why does she cross her legs so?
Does she not know that the world awaits her?
Is this why she sits alone?




Copyright © pisces101 ... [ 2005-11-04 22:32:04]
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Re: She Sits Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 10:58:51 PM AEST
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wow this is rly good...keep writing


Re: She Sits Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by midnightwriter on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 11:19:34 PM AEST
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Yes I agree, it has depth and flows well.


Re: She Sits Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 11:29:20 PM AEST
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Beautiful and interesting...
Jenni


Re: She Sits Alone (User Rating: 1 )
by Sinfullilmissmuppet on Saturday, 5th November 2005 @ 01:25:00 AM AEST
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hey,
sweet
reall sweet
theres people like that everywhere arent there?
i wish i had enough confidence to be nosy ngo see wats happening
oh well
till next time
emz




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