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The flowers that lay on the grave of a small town girl,
Give a pleasant smell to her little world.
A tragedy that she lived to only her fourteenth year.
She held the pain inside and hid it from the world.
Only to let it go in the form of a knife to her wrist.
To the water that slowly drained her life away.
What is most tragic is the unseen joy,
in the parent's eyes as they watch her make her decent.
Into her imaginary world.
- by Lord Morii Jokavitch |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2008 |
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- Title: Imaginary world
- Artist: Lord Morii Jokavitch
- Description: I don't know what made me write this, like most of my poems. I like it, though, I'm not normally this morbid in my writing...Actually, maybe I am, but not in this way. Please have constructive critism.
- Date: 10/15/2008
- Tags: imaginary
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- AvatarRoku05 - 10/15/2008
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Yes this is in quite dark, but I must admit it is not morbid in description. There is nothing wrong with writing in this style. This, for its style, is good. It's interesting in how some of it rhymes, yet, some of it doesn't....
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- Rhiannon93969706 - 10/15/2008
- Pretty, kinda depressing but it is well written
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