Phosphorescent Rose

Two years down the line of an endless summer here;
In the cheapest form of Hollywood,
under plastic palm trees that couldn’t pass for real-
I found what I was searching for. Not for the long game-
But rather, only for the rush.
Something to heat up,
And then burn off from the brush.
The clouds reflected in my sunglasses,
and through the batting of my lashes,
I saw the very last thing I would see
with the pair of eyes I wore that day.
A white mustang. A wild mustang.
A man with no prerequisite or cause.
Someone who didn’t play nice.
Someone who didn’t think twice.
The chrome caught my attention,
and he was the extension-
A phosphorescent rose in a field of V8 engines.
The white walls were blinding as he stepped on to the ground-
It was all slow motion, the notion that he was well endowed-
I sat wrapped in my shroud underneath the polaris
And suddenly I realized that I was Alice-
he was the red king, this was his grafiti palace-
Taking sips from his chalice while I bathed in the tranquility
He flashed his civility-
I caught fire- and reclined.
The poison apple was in front of me-
all I needed was a bite.
Then it all kicked off, to think there was no time,
I exchanged my innocence for a ride.
A ride out of the city to a new kind of fantasy,
Past earth-worn roads, past emotional woes, past my roots,
Past everyday scorns and blows,
to something I've never seen before-
A world outside of the cinema shows,                                                         
somewhere only I know.
A band apart as I part from this land,
like the hour glass, hours pass
As I pass my past with his foot on the gas,
my hand on the wheel, his hand on my…
Brass. Bass. Music blast, the chase.
We pretended to run, we both wore the mask,
Low on cash, but we ride on,
Lightning flash, I can't breathe, were moving too fast;
Tense change- oh God, I miss what I had-
I thought that I could love him, but his touch is too crass,
I should've never got in, I should've taken a cab
Now he’s moving hands, I can only nervously laugh
I should've noticed his intentions, were his head was at,
I’m unresponsive to his grabs, so now he’s getting mad,
Then he ripped off the mask, and I saw what he was-
He cut and dug, he dragged my heart through the mud-
What is love? I think it just got swept under the rug-
I gave up, There I was lying on my back-
Praying, hoping, and wishing it would pass,
Staring out the window at the growing grass,
Wishing and hoping and praying it would pass,
Please let it pass, please god if you’re there,
He grabbed my hair, let it pass, let it pass-
At last!
After he had won, he left my battlefield
And I knew that it was done.
He took me back into the city, under the same palm trees,
To the same place, the same curb, just where I was.
He didn't stay with me there,he’d already had his fun.
With my fog on his windows, he shifted into gear, and turned his car to run.
I fell on the pavement; starry eyed and stunned-
I could hardly move, the sun was my only warmth-
I tried to speak, but it only pushed me to weep-
Suddenly I felt the need to curl up and sleep
In the middle of the street and just let life take me.
The mistakes I made are a given.
I took a wretch and made him my religion.
I thought that I could change the way he was livin’-
By the lust monster I was once bitten.
He never came back the next day.
You see they come and go, but never seem to stay.
Funny how things seem to swing that way-
I had my virtue, but he had a mustang.
And my phosphorescent rose shed his petals-
And I held the thorns…
And softly withered away.