GOOD GIRLS

They don't charge for their loyalty
Serving their hearts like maids of royalty
Their arms replete of love and charity
Till when they are stabbed for their emotional sanity.

Your eyes are so vast that they stare too long
Too long loving what they are taught to hate
then cursing that feeling calling their lives misery fate
Crying their lungs out to what was never their fault.

Your gates are wide open
And your bodies are so inviting and heart so well to fit in
Letting them step in with glory
Watching your walls fall down without feeling sorry.

Your bright smile enlightened by the morning light
Washed down by your tears fading in the night
Your soul enveloped in the darkness and lost
Bad girls singing outside " All the good girls are home with a broken heart."