Forgotten

by ~*~Yours-Truly~*~   Feb 4, 2006


Her eyes are red and watery,
Her skin is pale and white.
Her clothes are torn and dirty,
Her hair is black as night.

She was a good, popular girl,
Just until she died.
Now every night, in her sleep,
All she does is cry.

She never made it up to heaven,
Nor was sent down to hell.
She still wanders the earth now,
Lonely, longing help.

My eyes are red and watery,
My skin is pale and white.
My clothes are torn and dirty,
My hair is black as night.

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  • 18 years ago

    by MethodtotheMadness

    My god, you really are good at this dark poems thing. Write more!

  • 18 years ago

    by Nina Star

    Like i said b4 aww
    :'(
    nice work keep it up

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