I'm obviously new here and I haven't posted at all yet, so this is my first post here ever! How exciting, right? A little of my writing past: I've been writing since I was 11 and I've improved quite a bit. I've written over 500 poems and at least 20 short stories. If I get the time, I might clean them up a bit and post them, I guess it all depends on your reactions to my style of writing.
So, without further ado, I give you a poem.
So, without further ado, I give you a poem.
High Heels and Heartbreak
She put the pearls around her neck,
the lipstick smudging off her little lip.
Smiling she put on her mother's high
heels and walked down the street
with such confidence.
And soon I saw her legs grow out,
her pearls turn to diamonds and lipstick
put on with expert hands. She walked
with her own high heels now, down the
street with such confidence.
The skirt a little higher, the waist a
little low, she held her heart still on her
sleeve. Her dreams were hanging from
her neck as her hopes were tied up
in her hair.
I watched as she clicked on, walking
all over this heart I had sprinkled so
knowingly in front of her.
And yet she's still the little girl
walking down the sidewalk, dressed
in her mother's wear.
Oh little girl, don't you realize you're
breaking my heart?
I'm just the boy
down the street waiting to hear you
click by my house.
She put the pearls around her neck,
the lipstick smudging off her little lip.
Smiling she put on her mother's high
heels and walked down the street
with such confidence.
And soon I saw her legs grow out,
her pearls turn to diamonds and lipstick
put on with expert hands. She walked
with her own high heels now, down the
street with such confidence.
The skirt a little higher, the waist a
little low, she held her heart still on her
sleeve. Her dreams were hanging from
her neck as her hopes were tied up
in her hair.
I watched as she clicked on, walking
all over this heart I had sprinkled so
knowingly in front of her.
And yet she's still the little girl
walking down the sidewalk, dressed
in her mother's wear.
Oh little girl, don't you realize you're
breaking my heart?
I'm just the boy
down the street waiting to hear you
click by my house.
