A Long Tale

she forgot the feeling of life
The world so familiar that she just blended in
Another babe left to fend off the would bes.
The she wolves dressed in the Jordan’s
the maybes
Of course they’ll be considered in the evolved

Looking over her shoulder lil mama
shouldn’t have her nerves so loose
But who to trust
The best seems to be the ones with the most strategies stored inside to use

The use doll she call herself
Feeling like she dash and rump round to much
Where is love in her
So thirsty
Dried up from the 13th moon celebrating life

Stolen fruit picked to young she was undeveloped
green with no taste
Why would a passer reach and take that which need more time

She can’t smile no more

Why she lie to guys

Love is a thin line
Just like trust when it breaks

I could see her heart crumple 
Knocking the taste from her heart
Seeing blood squirt 
Another day in the life

A long tale to tell
Baby sitting in hell 
Ready to die
Holding her tongue
But dropping tears
She speaks in heart only
Feeling her heart can hear 
Fear inside
Who’s next
To victimize me she wonder
Talking loud to herself
Without fear this time for she’s ready to go.

Patrick Paul