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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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Silent man, have you seen Caroline? Her hair is red and eyes are golden. She was last seen in my mind.
Oh my Caroline, Her lips are pink and her hands are soft, Where have you gone, oh sweet child of mine?
I remember the feeling of your wrists And the way you spoke in your high-pitched tones. Oh darling come back, for you I dearly miss.
You had grown pale in my arms, Yet how lovely you looked. Caroline is a treasure, full of charm.
Have you seen my prize? Have you found my Carol? Oh, yes she was my angel in disguise.
Caroline, why are you silent on the floor? Rise for you have so much life in you. Fill me up with joy and live on some more.
Oh no, sweet Caroline. Have you become empty with living? You are someone hard to find.
Caroline—my precious frame. Who is that girl in the mirror? For she looks quite the same.
Who is this Caroline you mention? Where has she gone? Oh sweet tragedy, she was taken by someone.
Do you remember the blood on her face, The dull pulse in her veins, Fingerprints no one could trace?
How could this be? How could she be gone, When your sweet Caroline is me?
For she was taken by a man of many sins, But still, my Caroline lives on To tell the story of her victoriouswin.
— A / N: Here's another new poem for my slight inactivity lately. (I promise to become more active again soon.) Any theories on what this one is about?
