Two-Faced Sonnet

Pale, pretty, demure and docile,
With pale skin cool to the touch,
A trendy whore with a bitter smile,
You never seem to speak too much,
Such contrast between your two sides,
A two-faced china doll with nothing to say,
Plastic and fake enjoying the ride,
Then soft and still with no debt to pay,
The hardened tramp or girl next door,
Both aspects of your shattered soul,
No friends to pick you up as you hit the floor,
You bury yourself deeper in your self-made hole,
So now my sweet, my two-faced dear,
Pull your battered heart from the blackened spear.