Angelina Poem by Aurelia Ivy

Angelina sells her soul.
To a lot men.
She doesn’t know.
They flock to her in the nights.
As if she was a piece of candy.
They want a bite.
And she gives it too them with a charge.
Still they give something to her too.
Tar colored scars.
She reports to no one.
Was this her dream?
To have eyes the color of dark coals.
And a heart ripped out of its seams.
Sometime they mutter I love you.
And she wants so hard to believe its true.
Until they up and leave.
Like birds they flew.
These men have jewelry on the ring finger.
Pictures of there kids in their wallets.
Smells of there real homes still linger.
Angelina sells her soul.
24/7.
To men she wants to know.
Angelina sells her soul.
Thinking she can find a man who can be,
like her father is
Just to have someone to hold.
Who she thinks will heal her broken pieces.