Mona Lisa
Waiting for love is discouraging.
A tedious and tiresome act.
I give in to temporary fixes
and take my own promises back.
I give each toad a chance
and before goodbye, a kiss.
The little girl I've always been
looks back in hopes of a prince.
Though, all have not come rugged
and many have had style.
I've given out sweet gestures
and Mona Lisa smiles.
All the while,
I am a cold and lonely work of art
with a beating, bruised and bloody broken heart
Lyrical Lexa
Sat 19th Aug 2017 16:20
Terry,
Thank you so much for your feedback!