Charlotte

Hungry for love, she wanders lonely dim-lit streets

Her thin lips stained scarlet shimmer gently between streaks

Of warm yellow and neon blue

The weary eyes speak for what she won’t voice

Her tired and desperate mind screams in that putrid pain

And every night, for every man who has enough

Get their fill of their wildest dreams, her nightmares

And for every night she goes without, she suffers

For the many more that she has to replace

But who now would deny, this amorous goddess

This woman who walks freely, or does she?

For her voluptuous self is admired far less

Than her fearful mind, and her desperate plea