This is the image of a girl you see at a nightclub, dancing away blithely, seemingly full of life and beauty, ...but hiding the contradictions which linger and bubble underneath the superficiality. She is the "virgin white slowly fading", the pure, pretty little angel, the daddy's girl. But she has a "darkness" that "won't come soon enough"; an inexplicable self-destructive nature which leads her to places and things that were never meant for her assumed perfection and purity.. In the "smoky bars" with the "jukebox lovers", seeking something but finding only "tequila solace" and disillusionment, reflected in her "mascara teardrops" ... The resulting "Trainwreck".
The "little liar" is perhaps the story of many a girl in this modern culture of entertainment, mate-seeking, and soul-searching that goes on day after day, week after week. But its continuance, and discovering nothing, goes on asking a question that maybe has no answer..but then she perhaps does not know the right question..."failure aging" is the result through the years; a reflection of herself, endless, like a self-fulfilling prophecy of her meaning in life. Yet she can still be "dressed to kill" and still provoke the "head turning"...
A tragically real little cameo of a life, concisely and precisely portrayed; a somehow twisted yet common perspective that represents to me an intended fairy tale gone wrong.
The loose ends of this poems scares me...
As though this were to really happen.
I like how you have no real design format.
Very great,
The only advice I could give is to go further into this... deeper.
Leave it off as you did, but give more explaination.
Very deep. You set the mood well and the way it is written is very elegant. I can see the setting of this poem perfectly and I really enjoyed reading it as sad as it was. Great write!!
I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend.
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