The blue rhythm

The blue compressed dress followed her twirl, she bellowed her thoughts
The red lights contrasted her anger into passion, she raged through the streets
As if running, she bounced along the pavement, the moonlight shone.
The dark alley awaited her, the songs of love haunted her, she cried
Her tears fell under the nights sky, like rain drifting down the gutters
She held on tight to what was left, eyes blurred, her blackened eyes weak.
Reddened in distraught, no tough man could pass her, blue dress now crumpled
As if been blown up an deflated by dismay, discouraged by defect , hurt in doubt
She ran along, carrying her life on her shoulders, in help of a hand to lift her up
She continued to twirl, her conscience oblivious, no hope, no help, no heart.
Where had the love gone, disappeared in the thickness of her plump lips
The red lippy had disorientated, lips appearing grey and thin like wire
Nobody could look on that, no eye for skin, no help for hope.
Her twisted thoughts came crushing in, passing all boundaries, dull dress, no flow
No rhythm no deluxe, no delight no devotion, crept up like time like no motion
Her flaws had existence, of such she devoured, the minority that had no explanation .
She gained a brainwave, of that she ignored, invisibility is what she flawed
Time passed by, the alley widened, as if to stretch the power of nobility, none of that existed
In her attire, her apprehension , the depression was exposed, her dress now flattened, no life.
Sick of twirling no point to its end, her pathway lead to a darkened place, the alley is where she lay
Blue rushes though, congestion on the way, the red lights dimmer, she doesn't get her say
Blue eyed girl, busty blonde- soft twirl, moved with apparition, no love in that heart, same ole' game, just a different ole' play.