Italian Angel Poeta

The Platinum Princess

To some, she is
The Platinum Princess
It appears she has it all
They never peel back
The layers
What lies beneath the surface
Remains to be seen
They can’t grasp
The shadows
The ridged scars
Battle wounds
She loved too hard
Only to lose

She waits in a darkened room
With sparkling eyes
Her scent intoxicates
She is lost between
Fact and fiction
And spoken words
That only amount to
Cheap talk

They are glued to her
Like second skin
She smiles
She giggles
Her spirit charms
Men into boy
Boy into men
The women hate
But they don’t know
They only see the bling
The platinum shiny surface
Her amour

She adores
A string of hearts
Wearing one each day
They are never quit right
Their bleeding hearts
Never heal hers

Her eyes
Deeper than the ocean
The little lines at the corners
Show she’s lived

She buys magazines
So she can write poems
On the pictures
She becomes inspired
Her rhymes cheered
But never understood

She tap dances
In 3 inch heels
Talks to the stars
They never answer
She sits naked
In the moonlight
Crying
Calling out his name
Playing with the hand
She was delt
But the house always wins

They’ve never walked in her shoes
It appears
She has it all
But underneath the surface
Under all the layers
On the inside
The side they never see
She is…
The
Platinum Princess
Of pain….

Italian Angel Poeta 2008