LA FEMME ROUGE
I feel so used.Is that all I am-
a piece of meat?
I don't love you.
I attempt-
It's a lie.
You know this
and yet-
TRESPASS.
There is no knife.
Is it rape?
I bleed anyway.
LA FEMME ROUGE
I feel so used.Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Roots | 2 | 06/11/2009 |
Brigid's Song | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
LA FEMME ROUGE | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
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