The Walk of a Prostitute

alc on Dec 22, 2009

Tags: alc, crying, days, death, emotions, kiss, Life, prostitution, sex, Thoughts

A poem.

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The story of my life,

Falling further, fading back.

Broken wedges two sizes small,

Lonely view of a push-up bra.

Going through life without a companion,

My last dream turned to dust.

The days bounce and sway away,

Time to collect then walk again.

With no more tears to cry,

Just one meaningless kiss.

To never have to deal with life again,

I must say death is a gift from grace.

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diamondpoet on Dec 22, 2009
Wow that was very intense, great write.
ladydryle on Dec 22, 2009
great post…
athena goodlight on Dec 22, 2009
Good choice of words. Nice thoughts.
Mila Marcos on Dec 22, 2009
If there’s a method to someone’s madness or a means to an end, then no matter what you do for a living, life is worth living. I think I understand what you’re saying a/c and I liked your poem
LoveDoctor on Dec 22, 2009
Excellent poem. keep up the good work.
Darla Cooke on Dec 22, 2009
Very good poem!
Liz Sapphire on Dec 22, 2009
Inspiring… I loved this.
Atanacio on Dec 22, 2009
wow this was really written well
Teves on Dec 22, 2009
Nice work…
AlmaG on Dec 22, 2009
Wow that was a wondeful poem Ashley
KitKat93 on Dec 22, 2009
very intense poem liked it alot
Authoress Terry E. Lyle on Dec 22, 2009
Very intense well written poem.
mkd1788 on Dec 23, 2009
very well done…nice work
thuanynguyen on Dec 23, 2009
A likeable read.
Aiyanna on Dec 23, 2009
A thought provoking poem for me!!! Thank you for sharing
Jane Jane on Dec 23, 2009
very nice piece but I find it sad.
aniket on Dec 23, 2009
that was great.\”death is a gift from grace \” was the best line.
LiteraryPrincess on Dec 23, 2009
Hmmm…wow.
cutedrishti8 on Dec 23, 2009
Great piece of work..
FaceOff on Dec 23, 2009
nice post dear
logo88 on Dec 23, 2009
Surpirising and provocative piece. Thank you
Seth Frederiksen on Dec 23, 2009
wow, that was really good. very well written. great job.
LOVELYHONEY on Dec 23, 2009
Without them people can’t exist
Some will die
Without knowing why
We all are ever born.
In war as well as in peace
They are an essentiality
We must compensate
Their lives suitably
The work they do
Can’t be said
Is admirable
But yet it is adorable
They serve to live
Ere they die
Can anyone say why?
STEVE666 on Dec 23, 2009
Raw and perfectly put!
lillyrose on Dec 29, 2009
your words never fail to bring out my emotions Alc!
Milton H Peebles III on Jan 6, 2010
Good read – put this on StumbleUpon
Take Care, DreamSweet and let Your Heart Shine
~ milty

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