Stories of her heart
Written by Rana M ( February 2005 )

The stories of her heart
Are a one-sided bore
The lies on her tongue
Are made from the store
The smiles on her face
Are knocks on a door
Her girlfriends are none
And her boy friends are four
Seems like it’s not enough
She’s looking for more
She betrays in a style
Playing is her chore
A vampire in blue jeans
She drinks the gore
She’s unaware of feelings
Her heart has a titanium core
No doubt she’s a bad girl
She dances on the dirty floor
I love her dearly but
Her deeds I abhor


© Rana M  2018  All Rights Reserved

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