City Girl
she wears high heels
bruises on her feet
the only way
she can make ends meet.
left out and alone
no place to hide
from another dollar
with masculine pride.
shes not addicted
its the others who are
abandoned to leave her
to count moral scars.
used to be real
but turned into fake
haunted by thoughts
that make her to quake
the only thing left is city's pretty face
a love stricken lie
and self disgrace
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