Sometimes I write poems. When you find your muse in life it makes writing much easier. So, here is something my muse inspired.
I told her she was beautiful
she believed me
hiked up her D's into doubles
added strut to her walk
made haste to the corner
She told me I was beautiful.
He asked her the price
she responded...
misery
strife
Sold her self cheap
Like buying Tiffany's from Tiffani with an "I"
Like buying the matrix from simply looking to the sky
See sometimes we buy things that are free
She thought buying stilettos meant buying confidence
She forgot I told her she was beautiful.
She will be beautiful
She strutted that sh**
don't let the money make you
not red bottoms but pink
because it is the foundation of her feet
Like Santa Claus is the color of believing,
sunsets are the color of deceiving.
So she kept strutting to a room
reached her yellow hand to the gold door knob
turned
no admittance
upset and blue
Let me in,remember I know you.
I gave you green
poured into your pocket's soul
Remember we sat by coral reefs
Fusioned furious imaginations of your long gone but not lost brother
We painted the town together
No, she replied
I left you,
lost you,
on purpose.
See you forgot what you looked like
Thought beauty was in your innocence
But it was only a part of the way that was paved by reconciling the past
Merging your dreams with your panics and screams
Saying you were beautiful was meant for your future not today
Come back when you're all grown up and beautiful
Like you were yesterday
