A Bed Soaked In Perfume

Perfume

Pale skin; half-dressed bodies; Side worn glances Hooked on potential customers. It’s almost midnight, No Cinderella fantasy No glass slippers and no prince charming. Time seems to be rushing away So many years, Yet the same old song to sing. No more tears to make her heart sting. * Wasted life; Wasted love; Every little … Read more