a bottle of vodka and the arms of a lover
A kiss for a bottle,
My soul for a high,
I'm a pretty young thing
All twisted in lies.
Use without care,
I'll say that I'm fine,
I'm a pretty young thing
All twisted in lies.
A tool for your revenge,
Set my feelings aside,
I'm a pretty young thing
All twisted in lies.
Say that you love me,
I'll believe without doubt,
I'm a pretty young thing
All twisted in lies.
Posted Jun 21, 2019, 3:40 PM UTC
The inconsistency in rhymes detracts some from the pleasure of reading this poem. The rhyme in the second stanza (fine/lies) is, also, a weak one.
I find I wish the poem gave some hint as to why she's twisted in lies. Have her own lies entangled her?
I feel like that’s kind of the point though, for me at least it feels like the rhyme kind of decays throughout the poem, I think it’s supposed to be uncomfortable and dissatisfying to read.
I see. Success, then.