Poetry
The Poetry and Thoughts of Jane Carol
FOR BOBBY
Do you feel? What do you see?
Touch my face and set me free.
Take me away from streets of hell
That took my innocence to sell
To faceless men who had to pay
To get their share of love today.
Break the glass that shows my shame
And makes me use another's name
Behind the mirror of my eyes
Reflecting only hate and lies
Let me walk free along the sand
And when I cry just hold my hand.
Don't ask to touch the other me
That drowns the hope of getting free.
Don't want to live don't want to die and
I can't give the reason why
But no-ones going to break my heart
And tear my lonely life apart.
No-ones gonna make me cry.
I cried my last when he said goodbye