Bookmark

Father left, you were crushed

Like the petals of a flower

Between the pages of a novel

A long forgotten bookmark

The end of a sad chapter

When he left her she read no more

And so left all trust

Of any man that wants you

To dress in black plastic

Or sing with your eyes only

As though you were autistic

Whisper diamonds and insolence

Enter misadventure

Neither tawdry or resplendent

In clothes that hide your figure

He was daddy's little sparrow

He was a dirty picture window

Mister Inappropriate

Who washes hands after

He thinks someone is watching

Too restless for education

Craves only entertainment

And to this day

There is no one you trust

When your father left your mom

They say that you were crushed

Like the petals of a flower

Between the pages of a novel

A long forgotten bookmark