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”