vulnerable

Written by: james faulkner

vulnerable

tears continually stream well like eyes  
her mascara darkens, complementing her misery 
voluptuous legs apprehensively  taping earth perpetually
Though she holds whole any eye knew her soul had been shattered 
buzzard like males deceitfully grin of her vulnerability 
they’ve spotted beauty beneath her hurt 
whispering in the depths of which shall have the opportunity at such potential
the well groomed buzzard with nice wings soars toward with an supercilious swagger 
he sings a sorrowful song with a several notes of deception 
her aura meets the color range of her mascara as she screams till he fly’s away
I smirk looking at his defeated flock with a grin that said “vulnerable my ass”