Saturday, September 27, 2014

The girl with tangerine lips


I stood in the street
Watching the city pass by
Kaleidoscope dreams

The bright lights flashing
The sad song of traffic noise
The scent of decay

I was quite alone
Stranger among the thousands
Until I saw her

She cocked her cute head
The girl with the tangerine lips
Her timeless question
 
Why did she choose me?
How could I tell her story?
Whose daughter was she?


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4 comments:

  1. Ooh..nice twist at the end...and the sad song of traffic noise..a sad poem Old Egg and it feels achingly real...as it must be for some...

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  2. Started out so sad and then.....did you follow her

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    1. Not me, she was a lady of the night!

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  3. Every woman, no matter how far she has fallen, is someone's little girl.

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