Stephanie, 6 december 2011
Once upon a place of weary,
As the blood turns cold and dreary.
My vision is covered with spot of red,
When, now, will I be dead?
Pale and sickly, I lay on the ground,
Reaching for the screetching sound.
My limbs grow numb from the loss of blood,
The gun shots came all in a flood.
Until death do us part,
My only regret is not eating a tart.
Minutes have passed since my killers fled,
I only wish that my husband will be fed.
My eyes fluttered trying to see the light,
It is bright and lovely in my sight.
Suddenly my fluttering heart stopped,
And now I'm awaiting heaven on top.
Stephanie, 6 december 2011
Green, red, orange, and white
Nothing was ever clear in my sight.
Silhouetts of trees and rocks;
A howl sends chills to my socks.
The forest was never quiet,
Raindrops fell in a set.
Damp and depressed
But I was obsessed.
Tiredness had overwhelmed my soul,
If I fell I would pay the toll.
Climbing and climbing with nothing to gain,
My soul will not rest till I am home again.
Lights as bright as the sun
Shone ahead, but I weighted a ton.
I tried and tried,
When I ws there my father sighed.
For I had been gone long,
Still our laughter echoed in song.
Through the night of horror,
Forever we will always soar.
Stephanie, 5 december 2011
Black and blue
Is all for you.
Love is dead,
Nothing was said.
Red and gray
Is what they say.
When we are seen
Together is never keen.
White and yellow,
Our bird is a swellow.
You cheated
Where I was seated.
Orange and pink,
It was not set in ink.
Permanent was the pain,
Because you made me insane.
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