pure white rosesA Poem by Gard25
i once knew a girl
i've still not forgotten her name she looked just like a painting her golden hair was her frame freckles dotted her cheeks with brown eyes just like a doe a tiny little thing hair always in a bow her smile lit up the room though there were days that it would shake she'd pinch her cheeks for that healthy glow it made happiness easier to fake she was filled with dreams and ambitions plans for her perfect life willing to do anything despite the obstacles and strife she may have been seventeen but she still looked merely ten she needed the money she told me she was the one benefiting not them every night when the house drew quiet she would sneak out the back door craved an education but she was oh so poor so every night they used her took everything she had they loved that she was still so young told her the laws didn't make it bad her little savings grew college wasn't far she was almost finished just needed to fill one last jar but now she was 18 no longer young no longer pure she was no longer their fantasy they didn't want her any more weeks went on like this only pennies filled the jar her dream was so close yet so so far finally she went out and bought some pure white roses when her parents came home from work the aroma filled their noses it smelled of rust and blood the sweet smell of flowers filled the room and there laid the bloody roses they were freshly in bloom she lay in the pile of roses a thorny stem resting on her knee the roses were bloody and dirty just as unpure as she she looked so perfect lying there with her pretty throat slit her doe eyes nicely closed as if only resting for a bit © 2021 Gard25 |
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114 AuthorGard25AboutNew here and trying to get some feedback! Please don't use or share my work, thanks. more..Writing
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