Pretty Woman's Lament, by Rohn Subscribe to rss feed for 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?
Posted: 2010-06-19 19:19:01 UTC
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2010-06-15 22:09:45Don'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.

2010-06-19 19:34:44Rohn
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.