She lights a cigarette,
And watches the sunset
Each puff like a thunder cloud to ants
Head in her palm she thinks of lives others lead she can’t
She’s filled with desire she’d never speak aloud
Killing dreams before they make a sound
Her hearts flooded
with memories she’s begging her mind to forget
While her lungs are layered with tar
Each drag like a brand new coat
She fights the thought of a new day
And yearns to be free from the world that surrounds
She’s got no answers
And she’s run out of questions
Her words refuse to flow out but dance and tumble on her tongue
She’s an answer and no one knows the questions
1 comment:
I feel as though there may be some stress between your knowladge as a writer of the girl you describe " for example" she's filled with desire...hearts flooded with memory's" then you say, shes an answer and no one knows the questions. I think you should keep the last line because it is imensly powerfull, and perhaps modify the rest of the poem to fit in with that
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