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Dear homecoming queen,
sitting in the back of his white caddilac,
Do you ever wonder where true
beauty hides? Do you ever wonder where
your heart lies within? Do you ever wonder if
outside beauty is enough to win his attention?
Dear homecoming queen,
nervously testing your wits, what does he
see in you? Your eyes so beautifully carved like
a blue walnut; your eyes a casting ocean. Your rosey lips
see his own pale lips. But miss,
what beauty does he see in you? You
torture. You long. You are afraid.
Dear homecoming queen,
do you sense the pressure he puts on you?
Are you always going to give in? Don't you see
all he wants from you is sex, kissing. What
relationship
do you want? A brutal one?
A romantic one?
A true one.
Personally, miss homecoming queen,
as you sit in the back of his car,
as he runs in for a quick swig of rum,
I do not see what you see in
Him.
Miss Homecoming queen,
nervously twitteling your thumbs
and nervously shaking. And a nervous smile
pasted to you lips. You shiver
as your dress is too mini for even you.
Miss homecoming queen,
take a breath of real air.
Don't you see,
oh please don't mind me homecoming queen,
all he wants is to
Use you.
Oh.
Oh.
oh. Pathetic; is that what you want to be called?
Oh miss homecoming queen, dear homecoming
girl,
look into the rearview mirror.
Get up. Unbuckle. Pull your shoes on.
Dear homecoming queen, here he comes.
Here I come, along side of him. Here she comes along side of him.
Here comes the girl you hate along side of him; me.
Dear homecoming queen, did you think you could get away with it? I certainly couldn't.
Dear homecoming queen, let's team
up. Let's runaway,
Dear homecoming girl,
you are so beautiful sitting in the back
of his white caddilac.
Run.
 Deceased Poet · Fri Dec 19, 2008 @ 09:39pm · 0 Comments |
