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Mysterious Girl
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Mysterious Girl |
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Riley 
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain 
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Mysterious voices call Through the silent night The air is suddenly still Everything freezes All that is to be heard Is the muffled weeping Of a young girl On a lonely park bench Her eyes look so hurt You hear the tremble in her voice As she speaks to you Why is she crying She tells you of her life And the love she had within How quickly that love Turned to tormented hate The emotions running through her So wild, yet you understand Her voice then turns to hatred She weeps so softly Her hair is a mess New dress, all tattered and dirty You can tell by looking at her She has no easy life You can smell the lies As you would smell a flower But the stench of lies Is so much worse Then she gets up Leaves without so much as a thank you You look to the bench and back She has disappeared You will never forget her For she can't be forgotten But something about that face Is so familiar You finally get home that night And look upon the mantle A picture rests there, old and tattered Of your wife, passed on over a year ago You blow it off, but something so familiar Surronds that picture As you go to bed that night, one last look At the picture,of the mysterious girl |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Riley
since 2002-07-18
Posts 1038in the pouring rain |
Thank you! |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
Well written, with feelings hinting at Poe's Raven. Very yummy. written in blood before everything went black |
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