A restless heart, in a dusty town.
A lonely girl, with eyes that yearn,
For something more, a love to burn.
Curley's wife, a name unknown,
A whisper in the wind, a seed unsown.
A pretty face, with dreams unfurled,
Trapped in a world, a cruel, harsh world.
She dances on the edge of desire,
Her heart aflame with a hidden fire.
A touch of silk, a glance, a smile,
She seeks attention, for a little while.
Her husband, a brute, with a jealous hand,
Ignoring her need, her desperate demand.
She yearns for a touch, a gentle word,
But finds only silence, and a life absurd.
She flirts with danger, a reckless game,
In the heat of the moment, she feels no shame.
A fleeting spark, a moment's bliss,
Then back to her cage, a kiss, a missed.
Curley's wife, a tragic tale,
Of dreams unrealized, and love's frail trail.
A whisper in the wind, a name untold,
A lost soul searching, in a story cold.