I once knew a little girl

Or maybe she was a young woman

With a pornographic smile

And a diamond in the corner of her eye


She used to tell me stories

Of late nights and sad parties

And the men that she kept

Always had another secret at home


She flirted with danger

Wasn’t paid in cash or kindness

The pavement welcomed her presence

With a sympathetic sigh


I asked her why she did it

She said she liked to feel wanted

But when the credits rolled she felt empty

Tears in the taxi on the way home


I watched her sit there softly sculpting

A glass heart incapable of hurting

I don’t think she realized the soul she was eroding

Belonged to a little girl left on her own.


◄ Queen of Sorrow

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