Young Lady In Waiting
I remember a "once upon a time",
A time when I would have done anything for love,
But that fairytale faded away as I got older,
As I gained a figure with breasts and a waist,
Then I became the one guys wanted to bed,
Their call of flesh,
Their whore but nothing more,

So is it be right to give them some attention?
To get the sex done and over with,
Only to gain some true affections,
But would he care,
Would he hear me or trust me,
Or use me for his own selfish purposes,
To be thrown aside for the next pretty face,
For the next figure,
For the next breasts and waist,

Could there ever be someone who would look inside,
See the breaking heart of a small child,
Trapped inside the body of a woman,
Wanting only to stop the world,
Stop it spinning endlessly on into chaos,
Stop the world to smell the flowers,
To watch the butterflies floating past,
To fall backwards knowing someone will be their,
Someone who wont have moved on and away,
Forced on by the endless whirl of the world

Until the child is alone,
Running through the dead flowers,
Running past the motionless buttflies
Away from the silence,
Into the clutches of the dead man,
The man who used to stand behind her,
Ready to catch her if she stood fall,
And as the dead man takes his share,
Of the life thats left in her in this desolate world,
One more colour fades out of sight,
'Till life is just black and white,
No passion left, just a great blank,
Going on for ever,
Spinning in its own chaos,
Into a dead end.
- By Jennifer Sheldon (16)