A girl that knew herself before.
A girl that die,
Right in the floor.
A numbness like a frigid bite.
Do not cry,
For the crow will hit flight.
As we walk the stone red roads.
We slowly see the shadow clone.
As we see the dusty trail.
The queen seeks her throne.
She picks up the pale;
Ones full of tears.
She drops it for the ship shall sail;
A darling girl with fears.
Whip away the rain;
From her oddly face.
She had never felt so sane,
When she said she needed space.
Deadly have the men became,
On the ship called life.
She never watch herself the same.
A bloody webbed knife.
As she take her finale breath,
A sailor had came.
She nearly close to death;
The sailor before the same.
He lay her head against the lap;
Of deary old me.
Yes the sorry is a sap;
But the pirate girl will see.
The mindful girl she once knew.
Surely reached the shore.
Her final sight, a sky of blue.
Her mouth so cold and sore.
Her last words will keep.
The sailor was the only one,
To know of words so deep.
The final destination, fun.
She had loved it so.
Now we must fire the gun.
Her death a mighty show.
As the world collapse,
The final work is done.
Her story never won.
Hopefully later on perhaps,
Your mind will be the bright son.
Now the girls life a dread.
From here forth she said,
"A pirate girl once showed to me how to reach the night
bed while we ride the sun."
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
