it was an ordinary night
or so they thought
she was walking through a desolate alley way
so silent that you could hear the mice scratching the bricks away
she was holding a bag of chocolates in her hand
for her friend in need
they heard her footsteps stumbling over the pavement
in the twenty-third hour of the last day in the year
they decided they wanted to start their new year's resolutions early
gradually, they crept and watched
as her silky dark hair blew with the wind
revealing her soft caramel skin
and went for the kill.
or, at least, that's what the police say.
we'll never know what happened
to the nineteen year old brunette that night.
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this happens to so many of us. it's a real and serious thing and should not be taken lightly.
note: i've starting re-arranging my poems in order what i'd like them to be. sorry for the confusion! x
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inconspicuous
Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
