A Free Spirit

She let every boy touch her,
From the dawn till dusk,
No one seemed to deserve her,
They all did loathe and despise,
Before she could even realise,
The hate was pointed in her eyes.

She became ashamed,
Became wild and untamed,
Her worth and her name,
Her reputation defamed.

Now she sits,
In those leather seats,
Her heart broken,
By all the men who gladly tasted her token,
The more she thinks,
Tears rolling as she hides them in blinks.

The emptiness,
The heftiness,
Her stupidity and naivety,
She can’t go back,
And change all that lascivious work,
Like she is about to crack,
That feeling of non-trustworthiness and lack,
That every guy wants to fool around.

A broken heart
Meaningless sex to those who pulled up her skirt,
Seduction, alcohol and high on blunt.

Poor Anna,
If only she could change her manner,
That tone goes faint as a murmur,
Hoping to shine again like a knight with his armour.