Lovely Beatrice

by Erion   Dec 14, 2011


There she stands by the river in all her beauty and grace
solitude becomes her, sorrow marks her face.

There's a secret hidden behind her eyes
nobody must know, it's a good disguise.

Do you want to help her, save her from herself?
Well, you can't, she's already dead.

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  • 12 years ago

    by gonul

    VERY GOOD