She looks like trouble with those glossy lips and perfect face.
High maintenance life and a cold gaze.
Those eyes don’t look like they have slept in days.
Party going friends, show a barrage of frays.
A bag full of emotions but contentment isn’t one.
If hatred didn’t shine through, you would look like fun.
The weight of your sober life hangs heavy on your soul.
Getting smashed and random encounters, seem to be your goal.
Seedy stories attached to your social media photos.
Travel and party, responsibility zero.
Middle age will crash hard on your shore.
Heavy denial but the lines in the sand reveal all.
Weathered stone tells the story of time.
Time to sort through the ships wrecked on your coastline.
© Deon Heemskerk 19-5-2012