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Wide blue eyes,
Long brown hair—
She was a looker,
And so everyone stared.
Proud she was of her looks,
But so did she cared less,
Now with her broken bike,
She was more than just scared.
In the silent darkness,
The light of the headlights were her only solace—
Just as to a deaf,
Even the sound of a scream is a sign of hope.
Stepping into the approaching car,
She wondered if what she did was right.
The stranger had an eerie smile,
Even colder than the apparent night.
As the silence dragged on,
So did her quaking heart.
The stranger's breathing was ragged,
Or was it hers she heard?
His smooth voice darkened,
Quickening her trembling heart.
The dark look in his eyes though—
Was the last scene her eyes ever sought.
The deed was easy,
The canvas was pretty—
The only thing he ever regretted,
Was that it ended pretty quickly.
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Poetry》Poem Compilation《 Words can never justify our feelings and yet we still try to write them down. We use words every day, try to express what we feel and why we do so, and yet, somehow, we always fall short. Try looking through the lines and maybe, y...
