Vulnerable
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”
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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