She Was

she was just a little tart she was nothing more that a broken girl lacking a working heart. and so her soul was shredded and her eyes were dull her fishnets ripped he voice so shrill and you wanted nothing more than to comfort her. she's the kind of girl who goes looking for love in all the wrong palces and left years later jaded; come now, give her a shove. so she's a whore you say well guess what baby you are the one who made her this way. kick her when she's down push her, beat her there is no way she'll ever let you win. it's the golden oppportunity to commit your last sin. xoxo Ellie J