Her speech was coarse
her voice was hoarse
from a pack and a half a day
with every puff
it grew more gruff
and she an unhealthier gray
her hair dyed black
she had a knack
for making her lips bright red
clownish to some
but as sweet as they come
and I mourned when I heard she was dead.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
i'm enjoying your poetic charms - tho this was darker, i still liked it
i especially liked "and keep our blue haven revolving"
great stuff!
Thanks a lot Tara!
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