A Prostitute's Soliloquy

And then i wore the bangles To invite them, And there i was A beautiful soul Fearful heart Ready to be played. I cried inside Deep within my thoughts, I tried But, They dragged me down Made me weak by the wind And quite often how they came. Brushed my sun-shined memories. On still nights, When the only clock makes sounds, I would look out of the window Into the darkness, And wonder, What’s darker? The nights or their heart.