A girl sat on a bench
Waiting for someone
That helped her won
The contest with a sketch.
She waited till midnight
And was never woken up.
As people passed her and the shop
No one told her it wasn't right.
For this girl longed for the person
To show up and save her there.
And tell the person she wants to care
For the person has her affection.
She waited but the person never came.
For the person's feelings were never real
But the girl just wanted to feel
And tell the person she had no shame.
She longed for the person to come to her
To be there with comfort.
But nobody came as her life was too short
And died there.
At the bench with no one by her side.
Decaying body of a little girl
With a tattooed twirl
With no one's knowledge-died.
The person finally came but was too late
For the little girl's body disappeared.
No trace of her bones that shrieked
No trace of her smile at this rate.
The person knelt and sobbed
The person's little girl is gone.
A sparrow came down and the person was done.
With the person's last tear the person's heart one last time throbbed.
A little girl with a tattoed twirl skipped around the person.
The person stood and stared.
The person was a he and he really cared
And he was sad that he left with no reason.
He followed the little girl
And ended on top of a high building.
She stood at the edge,she was leaving
And he wanted to follow her.
He walked a step forward
As the little girl moved a step backward.
He arrived on the edge of the building and he took one last step
And died with no one there to help.
He went splat on the floor
And crack from his bones!
Everyone screamed in the store
But some took out their phones.
It was a sight to take.
The little girl stood beside the man
And she took out a can.
She bashed his head with it and it wasn't fake.
Police came and the little girl gone again
Another sad incident
But it wasn't an accident.
That another man died as he jummped off with a chain.
The hospital checked if he was alive
For they didn't know what the little girl did.
She bashed his head and hid.
This is her 6th kill after the other five.
No one knows her for she is forgotten.
She is taking revenge for those who are evil men
For she knows that all men are a chicken
But her heart is not rotten.
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Poems
PoetryFull of poems that I've written, am writing, will write. Maybe mostly about life and others are deep stuff and more... Some are happy and some are sad/dark. Some poem(s) I wrote about or related to a book/movie.etc. Others I wrote as a story in poem...
