Finished by Emily L. (Not Moony)
It never used to be empty
Little girls always loved to swing
But death and rumors
Strip away happy memories
They all knew of Clara
Diana's bestest friend
Always together side by side
Until Clara walked up sky's steps
They never saw the blood
They never heard the screams
But the reals of the swing
Somehow seemed terrifying now
The little girls left the park
Bad memories and dark shadows
Clinging at the edges
You know,
They could never get the bloodstains out.
The little girls grew up, came back
With braver (or more foolish) hearts
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
