Dolls & Boys

Doll

It’s no secret boys like pretty things,

sometimes in tight jeans.

They dip your ponytails in an inkwell

and make you swear not to tell.

It’s no secret boys like pretty things,

sometimes they’ll go out and buy edible rings.

Fantasize about the day they will take care of you

just like good boys should do.

It’s no secret boys like pretty things,

sometimes they’ll pick their favorite drunk song and sing.

And expect you to sing along

even though you sense something’s wrong.

It’s no secret boys like pretty things,

sometimes they snap your wrists to listen to you scream.

Broken bones, blackened eyes. and busted lips

he says he loves you as he grabs your hips.

It’s no secret boys like pretty things,

especially when she is moldable with clipped wings.

It’s no secret…

Picture Prompt came from piggie4299.

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7 thoughts on “Dolls & Boys

  1. This is sad and all too real. It paints a very vivid picture. A suggestion on the punctuation: Adding a comma after the “It’s no secret boys like pretty things” when the next line doesn’t start with a capital letter gives a better out loud reading flow. Just feels like it reads better if I pause there. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Wow, wow, wow! You go girl. I swear, you are amazing. And your words never cease to amaze me. By now, think it wouldn’t phase me, that you do with words the things that you do. In case you didn’t know it, you are more than a poet. The type of writer that I could only hope to be. It’s been a long time so I thought I’d say waz up! I wanna be like you when I grow up.

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