I know.. I know... This is just what pops out of my head.. I have my reasons.. Perhaps one day I will write love, hope and inspiration.. but I can not force it.
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She was a beautiful girl..
Now lying silent
in the icy rain..
Rosebud lips
Soft curve frame..
Her young skin
now deathly white..
Broken bones
out of sight..
This young girl
who died this night..
A million deaths
her heart did die..
Unlimited tears
her eyes did cry..
No words
Her mouth is silent now..
No more hiding.
No more violence..
Red tears streak her face..
She is hidden now..
In this secret place..
She will be forgotten soon..
She will slowly turn to bones
As the seasons change..
This place will become her grave..
Not even a cross with her name..
She was abducted..
Beaten..
Killed..
Abandoned..
Then buried in the snow..
No one will find her..
No one knows..
This lost child..
They will call Jane Doe.
She will be alone in death..
As she was in life..
This girl..
This child..
That died this night.
this was woooh scary and disturbed in sucha magnificent horror type poetry awesomely dark and eerie but so sad and heartbreaking amazing jobon this poem
Good Morning, Erica
I think you should write anything as long as you stay Positive. This was a great write, it shows your inner compassion of others blights. I have a lot of faith in you, honey.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Excellent,
Reindeer
Chrissie
no, no forcing, let flow what flows, there is always a reason
love
josie
I think you should write anything as long as you stay Positive. This was a great write, it shows your inner compassion of others blights. I have a lot of faith in you, honey.
YF
tony:)