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Nov 10, 2009
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She was a woman
She was a woman
A beauty from above
She was a woman
Who wished to fly like a dove
As she sits on a grave
Staring at the name
She wonders why she was so brave
It only brought her family shame
She remembers the night
She lost all control
It was just another fight
She has no one to console
She was a woman
A beauty from above
She was a woman
Who wished to fly like a dove
She hears footsteps from far
She hides soundless
It was her dearest friend who worked at the bar
He looked emotionless
“My dear rose...
Why did you grab the knife?
My dear rose...
Why did you decide to take your life?”
She stares at him silently
Looks at him crying wildly
Each tear that falls from his face
Makes her dead heart rip out of place
“My dear rose...
I loved you so
My dear rose...
I wished you had known”
She screams at him
But all she sees is his eyes so dim
He turns and walks away
She should’ve decided to stay
She was a woman
A beauty from above
She was a woman
Who wished to fly like a dove
She falls to the ground
She cannot get tears to cry
She doesn’t make a sound
She wished she didn’t die
The love she yearned
She had it all along
A hard lesson learned
Everything now is so wrong
She was a woman
A beauty from above
She was a woman
Who wished to fly like a dove
She was a woman
Who didn’t see the love
She was a woman
Who got trapped by her own blood stained glove— Pseudonym, Nov 10, 2009
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Critiques
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Liz
Pseudonym
16 years 7 months ago
Jayne :)
michael
15 years 11 months ago
It reminded me of ‘Romeo &