Bella

Vague memories haunt

Of the girl she used to be

With placid blue eyes

She's now a faint memory

Splendiferous soul & outlook

With long black glazed hair

Hands softer than snow they say

And eyes filled with such despair

With a tainted reputation

And a name like Bella

Her infamous midnight escapades

She was no Cinderella

Occupant of the largest suite

In a brothel down the street

With crowds of customers to her name

On the same old white sheets

With admirers round the clock visiting

She pleased almost everyone

In and out they came and left

With a part of her existence

With a predator like hunger

And undying thirst for passion

In surrendering to the visitors

Layed her real satisfaction

Age caught up soon resulting in

Her sweet demise courtesy of the disease

Yet to the frequent visitors she'll forever be
That exquisite damsel from the streets

With the brothel demolished now

Her scent remained there for a while

But to the local residents she'll always be

That girl with a broken smile