Shadows

They live in the shadows
Bright red lips, high heels and tight skirts
Everything big....big  hair...big tits...big ass...big fake smile
They walk shayshaying to a rythm only they can hear
They hear the whistles, cat calls and shouts of desperation
A wave of the hand
 a back alley transaction
 the deed is done
Lost daugthers
Lost sons doesn't matter which one
I know love used to reside behind those empty eyes
I know hope sprang eternal at one point in the heart of those big tits
Those brightly painted lips may have been able to quote Shakespere
Those trackmarked arms may have once held someone very dear
That ass may have sat and waited as love disappeared
And those feet which walk a million miles in one night may have simply kept on walking in order to find some type of peace even if it meant living in the shadows.....