raven, black locks of a pale girl's hair
are stacked like building blocks,
some strands swaying in the air.
emptiness in her eyes and her girlish grace leaves
as the woman she was dies
and those who loved her grieve.
no, she had not perished, but a new life begun
the old one, still cherished
and the new one had a gun.
a pistol was hidden under a pillow made of tears
pieces of her had gone missing
they had been gone for years
to see the light, she had to walk through darkness
they won't see the light
hearts beat, but they're still heartless
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Empty Expectations: A Collection of Poetry by Chloe Stadler
PoetryI've always referred to poetry to help me get out of a slump. Many people have asked me to make a collection of my poems. Here it is for those who want to read some of it! Let me know your favorites! Poetry written by Chloe Stadler. Do not plagiari...
