Pretty Woman's Lament

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By Rohn •

A world of little worlds, My own all but ever separate Each a place of bargained passion, My own all but never shared. To each I bring myself, And though in each I wall myself apart, In all some part of me remains. The time I sell with youth and beauty I buy back, With jumbled memories of bright-eyed men, Shaded rooms, and dark taxis. You tell me I am so beautiful, Sometime lover how can I believe you? Is it me you see, Or only the me in the little world we share?

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June 15, 2010 22:09Don't build lies on ice cubes.

I like this a lot. Its such an interesting concept, I think I understand how you feel but the poem seems so layered I may have just interpreted it in my own way.

June 19, 2010 19:34Rohn

While the movie "Pretty Woman" was an enjoyable romantic comedy, it did not in any way portray what I imagined the real world of the call girl might be. Avoiding the more gruesome aspects, I tried to express a regretful and personal view of such a woman, attempting to reveal the loneliness that might be a part of her life.