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She's
#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
The city where she roams,
Has no mercy on her bones,
There's no concerning ear
to listen to her groans.
She paints a smile for the passer byes. Yet underneath she's drowning in her grief,She watches all the happy people go about their day and wonders where they go at night cuz she has no place to stay.She lives vicariously through a narrow looking glass ,looking at the beautiful people as they are walking past.Ladies in their freshly laundered dresses,Probably never making messes.Guys nicely shaven smelling of the finest cologne looking at their Rolexs and talking on...
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
The city where she roams,
Has no mercy on her bones,
There's no concerning ear
to listen to her groans.
She paints a smile for the passer byes. Yet underneath she's drowning in her grief,She watches all the happy people go about their day and wonders where they go at night cuz she has no place to stay.She lives vicariously through a narrow looking glass ,looking at the beautiful people as they are walking past.Ladies in their freshly laundered dresses,Probably never making messes.Guys nicely shaven smelling of the finest cologne looking at their Rolexs and talking on...
