The dress stained with blood, almost like flowers-
The girl in the grave,
Who's been gone mere hours.
Her hair golden blonde
But darkened roots primarily,
Her lips painted flush
Like sweet pale summer berries.
The girl loved by most
And envied by lots
Is lying in a coffin,
Her life is now lost.
But what shall she do
Now her soul is roaming free?
Shall she stay on this Earth
And weep so painfully?
Or pass through the gates of life and death
And see what worlds await for her?
We shall never know for we are mortals
And cannot pass through the gates of our father.
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PuisiTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
