Her name was Margaret,
She was a showgirl
Born and raised in the family of
Lady España
Her name was Iola,
She was the showgirl
Taught under the wing of
Lady España
Both of them wore
Bluejay feathers on their dress,
And golden tinsel in their hair
They would dance across the floor,
While Iola dipped and rose,
The audience would give Margaret
No more than a thought
Across the crowded floor,
They danced from morning to four,
They were young and beautiful,
Who could ask for more?
Her name was Margaret,
She walked up onto stage,
Saw Iola dancing
Oh, Margaret
She seethed, covered by the shadow
Of the curtains, she lost her mind,
Her life, her eyes
Music and passion were always the fashion
Apathy like a wounded heart,
Light the wounded wire
Light the flames ablaze,
Let the frantic chase begin,
Margaret ran and Iola fell
Concrete collapses,
Shattered screams,
And soon the auditorium fell.
Her name was Margaret,
She was a showgirl,
With bluejay feathers on her dress
And golden tinsel in her hair,
She would dance across the floor,
But no one would tell you
What happened to the girl before
She enjoyed the pain,
Does that make her insane,
With bluejay feathers on her dress
And golden tinsel in her hair.
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
