Once Queen of the ball..

Dust off my old dress

the seams are torn n
 thread is old,

It does not fit
anymore

moth eaten with

stains of the passed

My body 

speaks of loss

of age

Naked behind the dress

as I hold it

it starts to fall apart

crumbles into pieces

Ones so beautiful

now dust 

in my hands

My naked body

Exposed

humiliated

shredded

empty

Crows circle around me

they see death

waiting to prey

Replaced 

Lust n Love

they do not

come as one

First Lust

then Love

But once love

is gone

Lust is all thats left

Lust for something else

I was undressed

I gave my naked body

away

left my dress to be

moth eaten

Love and Lust

is elsewhere

n I stand naked with 

a moth eaten dress